Tied to a desk, better than having your wrists pinned, you are about to begin the pop quiz.
"Are you ready, Jordan?"
"Nope." Even though he is in such a stinking position, Jordan refuses to make it easier for himself. Louis didn't like his answer, and he showed this by belching a heavy, hot burp up Jordan's nose. "Ughh," Jordan moans, twisting and turning away his face, instead of having a quick, cocky answer.
"Good.. Let's begin." Louis grins in a way that makes Jordan nervous, why does he feel like this isn't going to be fair. "What is the capital of the country I am thinking of in my head?"
That's it. Jordan was doomed for spicy fart after spicy fart. Louis was going to cheat, and there was nothing he could do. "These are questions only you know the answer too! You fucking cheat! I'm gonna-"
Cutting Jordan short, Louis laughs a loud. "Oh quit whining, everyone cheats. Teachers cheat too, now sniff my fart." He bends his lean, sculpted butt right into his student's face and emits a deadly wind. Like inhaling rotten chilies, or decaying onions, Jordan gags on the air circulating around, the air that causes his world to spin sickeningly.
"This isn't fair, ugh," Jordan gets another whiff, "Oh lord," All he can do is beg, as the tears roll down his flustered cheeks. Louis's knots are just tight enough to keep the punk in his hell, suffering on his teacher's ass-gas.
Louis just smiles for the next horrendous gusts of gas:
"If I tickled you right now, what is my favourite Mozart song?"
"If I have three apples, how more farts do I predict I will need to put you to sleep again?
"As a child, what colour was the neighbour's parrot?"
Jordan had nothing left. As the Mexican farts went in, his energy went out. One more question, and it is beddy bye for this boy, and he knows it. In his last attempt to escape, he asks "Why are you doing this?"
"Aha, aren't I asking the questions? I already told you, you're going down the wrong path."
"Yes, but, why are you doing this?"
"Because you need to understand how much life stinks when teenagers like breathe your shitty attitude into people's faces."
Jordan was just left aghast, nearly gassed. All he did after that was look Louis dead in the eye and say, "I'm sorry?"
Standing tall, looking away from Jordan, and sitting on his face, Louis released his strongest cheesy, meaty fart yet. Two or three strong whiffs, and the bad boy's head hit the desk slowly.
"Sorry? You will be."
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