" You can't keep me here! I'm 16! My own man!"
Sat smugly, arms crossed, on the edge of his desk, Mr. Gilbert flicks his feathery brown fringe out of his eyes so he can see that one desk where a kid still sits. "Actually, Jordan, I can. You're failing and your mother, genuine lady, sees a bright future for you, so she's permitted to keep you for as long as it takes..." The teacher gloated.
"Argh she is a bi-" lost in a train of thought, Jordan ponders, "what class am I failing?" I'm his eyess for a moment, you see the pure shock, slightly speculating into a fear.
"Oh, not a lesson as such," the young educator stands, arms still crossed, "more in the certain person you are becoming."
"Who the fuck are you to judge who am I or where I am going?" Jordan hissed through his teeth, like a kitten trying to amount to a predatory cat.
"Quit it with the fucking games little boy," Sir laughed, unfolded his arms and strolled up to sit at the desk in front of Jordan.
"You can't swe-"
"Yes I fucking can. You're the little boy, you're the one with the dirty breath," he remarked, putting Jordan in his place. "Today we are going to cover the basics, so, Jordan, what are the properties of a gas?"
"You said I wasn't even fail-"
"Shh... Just tell me, what are the properties of a gas?" He asked again, as calm and soft as ever.
"I tell you the properties of a fucking gas.." Jordan makes himself big now, standing up and slamming his immature palms on the desk, "absolutely nothing to do my life!"
Mr. G stands up now, toned, feathery hair, a strong grin, and much taller than Jordan. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that's your hypothesis.."
Confused, Jordan replies "why?"
"Why? Well now, we have to do an experiment, to prove your hypothesis wrong." His mature palms are now onto of Jordan's, freezing in him fear. Sir leans over, breathes down his neck, and whispers the words. "I think, in fact, I'll be the one telling of a fucking gas...'
It was then when Jordan's powerful master pulled at his palms, leaving Jordan to fall lay across the desk, with his face towards Mr Gilbert's young, tight crotch. Quicker so, Mr. G flopped completely around and once again pinned Jordan's wrists, but harder this time. Jordan was ready to beg, shout into the corridors in fear, but the bigger boy completely blocked his mouth by sitting his cotton kissed ass onto the littler boy's face.
"Mhm, Hm.." The sound of sad groaning, probably from the foggy scent of twenty-four year old butt.
"Now, little boy. You can call me Louis, now we are so.. haha, close." Louis, the teacher in control, was getting much joy out of this, but not sickly. It was almost as if he was doing it for the greater good of Jordan. "You need to learn your lesson, that you're not above everything else, especially not gases, so.. Little, little boy... Pay good attention..."
The first rip leaked into the air through a soft wind The strong smells of egg, cabbage and onion, tossed together messily was vile. The gas was hot, and therefore clingy, so you couldn't imagine how Jordan felt with the stench's moisture imprinted onto his face, being soaked up by his youthful skin. He shook and moaned monstrously, with his wrists turning pink from his struggles. He was no match for Sir's superior strength and stink.
The next gust came with a sigh from Louis. It was like he had just cleared a stinky traffic jam, because it flowed out, silently but deadly, for what seemed like too long to Jordan. The stink made Jordan want to cry, or give in, or just sleep. No oxygen was getting through Sir's tight tushy, so soon enough, the little boy's were becoming heavy like the weight of wet gas accumulating on his face.
When Jordan coughed or gagged, Louis would just laugh, claiming it tickled. The level of stimulation was high for both of them then, especially when Jordan's master began grinding his ass smoothly onto his defenceless face.
One more fart, and the loud voice of the school's cockiest athlete would be nothing but an anguished snore. "You've worked hard little boy, I think it's time you took a rest break. Aha, goodnight, oh, Nd goodnight from the remains of my lunch too." With. Light squeeze, showing us that Jordan had far from experienced the worst, Louis spritz his face with a KO eggy salad dose, and Jordan's attempt of mumbling a please was cut short by sleep...
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