Draco was making a habit of stopping by Ron’s office any time he was bored.
He always enjoyed giving Ron a wedgie or pissing in his face.
Today he was sitting on Ron’s head and farting. Not very original but Draco was having fun.
Ron was trying to decide whether to breathe through his nose or his mouth. He couldn’t tell if it was worse to smell his boss’s farts or have the air blow strait into his mouth.
Then Draco pulled down his pants and shoved Ron’s face in deep between his bare asscheeks.
He held Ron there as he farted again.
Ron realized that Draco hadn’t been farting strait into his mouth. Not really. Not like this with his bare ass in his face and not even the cloth of his pants as a barrier between his face and the stench.
This was so much worse.
Draco laughed as Ron fell back on his ass gagging. Trying to get the taste of his fart out of his mouth.
Draco didn’t give him a chance before shoving his face back between his asscheeks for another one.
He got the idea to hold Ron in place with his chair.
Ron only a minute to breathe before Draco slammed the back of his head against the seat of his chair.
He tried to get up but Draco stepped over his body and sat on his face. Making sure to spread his asscheeks and rub his ass against Ron’s face before letting out another fart.
Ron was sure he was going to faint. He hoped he would. It would be a mercy to escape this torture.
Draco sat down, putting his full weight on Ron’s head. He smirked to himself as he pulled up a game of solitaire on Ron’s computer.
He got comfortable, hanging out at Ron’s desk and farting on his face. But he couldn’t stay too comfortable. He had to keep standing up to let Ron breathe.
Ron gasped for air, even though it smelled foul. He didn’t have long before his face was buried in Draco’s ass again.
Draco didn’t enjoy constantly adjusting himself to let Ron breathe but he did want to keep sitting on him. He still felt pretty gassy.
Draco decided he really needed an office chair with a place for Ron’s head that would still allow him to breathe.
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Draco couldn’t resist cartoonishly rubbing his hands together in evil excitement as he walked into his office and saw his new custom made chair.
A hole in the seat where Ron’s face would go.
A long uncomfortable table to strap Ron’s body down to just under his seat.
He’d still have to leave his legs around Ron’s body but he could deal with that.
Draco laughed at the chair. It was cartoonishly evil. A ridiculous contraption for torture. All to fart in Ron’s face.
Ron thought maybe it was his lucky day. His boss had already been in the office for half an hour and he hadn’t been peed on yet. But then he was called to his boss’s office for a meeting and he knew he wasn’t lucky. He was in for something worse than piss.
As soon as Ron walked in the door, Draco grabbed his undies and yanked. He didn’t let go. Forcing Ron to fall to the ground.
A fart escaped as Draco laughed at Ron. All the food he ate that would make him gassy starting to make his stomach rumble.
Draco laughed and dragged Ron by his underwear across his office to his desk. He lifted him up onto the table and strapping him down.
Ron’s feel dangled comically out from the other side of Draco’s desk. But his head was exactly where Draco wanted it, in the circle cut-out of his seat.
Draco took off his pants and sat down. He immediately let out a wet, rumbling fart.
Ron begged Draco to let him up. He kicked and squirmed. But Draco made sure plenty of air could flow under his seat. Ron could breathe. His face was just right in the line of fire.
Draco laughed. Ignoring Ron’s pleas for mercy as he let out another fart.
Draco sipped his morning coffee and played solitaire, happily farting into his new chair.
Ron tried to breathe but the stench was overwhelming. And it just kept getting worse. He kept taking deep breaths through his mouth.
He nearly gagged as the warm air from another fart blew right from Draco’s ass into his open mouth.
He begged and begged Draco to let him go back to work but Draco only farted in response.
He tried saying he needed to use the bathroom but Draco told him he was free to use his pants.
Draco had no plans to get up from his seat.
Until that familiar cramp hit his gut. He needed his morning shit.
He could drop his log into Ron’s office then go back to farting on Ron’s face.
But Draco couldn’t resist the urge to shit on Ron just like this. To make a toilet of his new chair.
He kept farting. Until he felt his shit pressing on his asshole. Then he kept squeezing. Another fart. A particularly foul one coming out around his shit.
Than his shit.
It squished to fill up what little space there was between Ron’s face and Draco’s ass.
Draco could feel it, warm and soft against his asscheeks. Ron couldn’t feel anything else. Shit covered his entire face.
Draco sat there for a minute. Laughing as Ron struggled to get up. Straining against his restraints. He only stood to let Ron breathe. But he made no move to untie Ron from the table. Instead letting him stay trapped with his face in shit.
Ron was forced to swallow the shit in his mouth so he could gasp for air.
Draco smirked before sitting down on Ron’s chest. Leaving a clear print of his asscheeks made of his own shit. Draco rocked from side to side to make his assprint extra clear.
Then he stood and stamped another assprint lower on Ron’s body. Over his dick.
He only wanted to wipe the shit off his ass, but he noticed the most interesting thing. Ron had a boner.
He rubbed his ass back and forth and Ron’s dick got harder.
Draco laughed.
He kept grinding on Ron’s dick. Wiping his shitty asscheeks clean on Ron’s pants. He didn’t let up on that one spot. He just needed to clean his ass. That’s all. He didn’t care if Ron came.
But wouldn’t it be humiliating if he did.
He rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. Thoroughly wiping his shit over Ron’s crotch.
And then Ron let out an obscene moan and a wet patch spread on his pants. Under Draco’s shit stain.
“Having an orgasm from being used as a toilet, Weasley? I’ll be sure to let the rest of the office staff know you’re available if anyone would like a place to shit.” Draco laughed.
Ron begged him not to. He insisted he didn’t know what happened. A natural reaction to having his dick rubbed.
He stammered over his words. Begging Draco not to tell anyone about his orgasm.
Draco walked away to clean himself up more thoroughly with some damp towels. He was only half listening to Ron’s pleas.
Once he was presentable enough to leave the office to go have a shower, then he could finally address Ron.
“Weasley, if it’s what you really want, I promise I won’t tell anyone you were ever in my office today.” Draco smirked.
Ron thanked him. He thanked him so much.
Draco just laughed as he left the office for the day. He needed a shower.
He wondered how long it would take Weasley to realize he was trapped there all night, covered in shit.