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Checkups are going to be a test of self control.

TheStinkverse Crossovers : Silencing Sarcastic Stiles

Having had plenty of snappy sarcastic comebacks at his teachers before with little to no repercussions, Stiles had almost developed a natural instinct to let any figure of authority know that his mind and mouth were as sharp as could be. Sure it was all in good faith and for laughs, but after accepting a 1 week intensive experience at a resort with Shatterstone College Stiles would come to realise that there were people out there that got a kick from humbling a sarcastic teaser such as himself.

"How has a sarcastic little shit like you managed to even get on this expereience?" Mr Rankin grunted as he dragged Stiles into his hotel room by his ear, the younger boy complaining about pain and filing a complaint. With very little effort needed Stiles is thrown on top of the bed. Just as he opens his eyes he sees Rankins thick thigh swing over his head, temporarily blocking out the light, to straddle his chest. "C'mon man....it was just a joke!" Stile looked up with a playful smirk. The older man's head turned to look down at him over the meaty shoulder. "A joke? I told you to look at the screen as I was explaining the gas giants slide and what did you say to your friend?" There's a silence as Stiles tries to contain his laughter even in this situation. "I said....I would look at the board....but...there is a gas.....giant in front of me!" Stiles bursts out laughing again. Mr rankin just glares down as he feels his gas build inside. "You can't blame me, you were walking straight in front of me and your butt was blocking my vision!" Stiles argues. The only response from the older man is a quiet release of gas, barely loud enough for Stiles to hear, but stinking enough to begin his "educational discipline".

"Wait sto...." Stiles tries to bargain once he feels the thick scent fill his nose but it is too late for good behaviour. "Stop? Oh now why would I do that when I'm just trying to give you a closer look at a gas giant, in fact I could be counted as having two gas giants!" Mr Rankin lets out a low chuckle as he reaches his meaty hands down and slides them between his ass cheeks and Stiles face, pulling his slack covered cheeks apart to let Stiles sink deeper. A deeper more bassy fart erupts seconds later and Stiles loses all control, kicking his legs and trying to push the sadistic teacher off his face. After a few moments of fight he manages to slip his face slightly to the left but as he goes to inhale he feels the hand grip on his head and realign his nose to the gassy center. "Don't fight it boy, just makes me stay longer and gas you more!"

Once more Stiles tries to turn his head, but instantly turns it back into the massive ass as soon as his nose rubs against the sweaty unwashed socks. "Not a fan of feet I see? But you seem to love the ass!" Mr Rankin lets out long fog horn fart and leans forward to slap his victims visable boner, resulting in a slight twitch. "Ugh....fuck...please...." Stiles gasps as the weight is slightly lifted off. "NO! Now I know you like this I want you to beg for more! I want to hear "Please Mr Gas Giant, sit on my face and silence my sarcastic mouth!" Mr Rankin laughs like crazy seeing the bright red face on Stiles but then looking in front to see his boner stronger than ever in his pants before turning back around and reaching to cup his giant slacks covered ass cheeks. "No please....I can't....not like this!" Stiles begs, unable to hide his enjoyment off the massive man any more but not wanting to succumb to a a teacher after years of avoiding their wrath. "Say it! Or I will put you to sleep anyways then resume your discipline tomorrow!" To emphasize his point Rankin farts directly in Stiles face. "I can do this for the full week you are here! Or you can accept your punishment and learn not to be a sarcastic little shit for the next 6 days!" With the terms clear as possible, Stiles finally concedes to the only older man to ever break him apart from Derek.

"Please Mr Gas Giant, sit on my face and silence my sarcastic mouth!" Stiles goes even redder in the face, but his face isn't visable for long as the massive gas giant cheeks come crashing down. Within a minute Stiles receives a handful of farts, each one more stinking than the last as he weakly tries to fight back. "Sleep tight my sarcastic little seat!" Mr Rankin moans, gripping the small wrists of Stiles and letting the flood gates open fully, bouncing a little with each fart until he falls asleep on the boys face.