Draco didn’t think he was so spiritual as to ponder the meaning of life, but he did wonder what the purpose of his life was. Surely it wasn’t to sit and look pretty in the head office of one of his father’s companies. To collect a paycheck for twiddling his thumbs five days a week.
And yet it seemed that’s all he did. Draco was bored.
And then Ron Weasley was reassigned to his floor. A cramped little cubicle right by his office.
Draco’s fingers itched to yank Weasley up out of his chair by his underwear and give him a massive a wedgie. But he was his boss now. He couldn’t do that.
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Draco was on the way to the bathroom to take a shit, slightly bitter about not being able to give Ron a swirlie in it.
One of his employees stopped him to ask a question. He stopped in his cubicle and nodded along, but Draco knew nothing about the work they did.
He did get an idea though.
He smirked to himself as he walked over to Weasley’s cubicle.
“What about you? Need any help here?” Draco leaned down, towering over Ron’s shoulder.
Ron stammered out that he didn’t need anything.
So Draco turned around to leave, but first he let out a long loud fart.
The office went silent. Everyone heard, but no one dared say anything. Who would comment on the boss passing gas?
As Draco walked away, the clicking of keyboards resumed, but not Ron’s. He held his hands to his nose. The smell contained to his cubicle.
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No one commented on it, but it was clear that Draco was stopping in Ron’s cubicle every day just to let out a fart.
Sometimes more than once a day, Draco would make it a point to ask Ron how he was doing or simply walk by saying nothing and lean his ass into the cubicle. And every time he’d let one rip.
It was a huge topic of office gossip. Everyone wanted to know why he was doing that. A few kiss ups starting farting in Ron’s cubicle too, hoping to get on Draco’s good side. It made him chuckle.
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When Ron marched into Draco’s office and slammed the door, everyone thought he was finally standing up for himself. And he was.
But Draco saw an opportunity in Ron’s newfound bravery.
“I deserve better than this!” Ron screamed.
“I agree.” Draco said.
Ron stopped short, expecting a fight. But Draco offered him his own office. No more cubicle. And a raise.
Ron accepted immediately. He didn’t notice Draco’s evil smirk.
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Ron’s new office was downstairs, directly below Draco’s. Draco had his special construction project done in his office over the weekend.
Small sections of the floor could pop out and back in again, to have a temporary hole into Ron’s office.
Draco couldn’t wait to use one as a urinal.
He popped the hole under his desk and was excited to see the top of Ron’s red hair. He was sitting at his desk too.
Draco leaned back in his chair and unzipped his pants. He let out a contented sigh as he started to piss. It felt good to piss right at his desk. He should have done this sooner.
Then he heard Weasley’s scream and the crash of him falling out of his chair. And Draco started to laugh. A deep, wicked laugh as he continued peeing on Ron.
Ron called maintenance about the leak in his office. He asked if there was a bathroom above him. But he was told there was no leak.
Draco drank more coffee than usual just to fill his bladder.
Then he peed on Ron again.
But the coffee also hit him somewhere else. He had to shit. Even after his piss he had to go to the bathroom and regretted that he couldn’t just drop his log down into Ron’s office.
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Draco used to piss at home in morning before work. But it was such a simple pleasure in life to wait until he got to the office.
He was actually looking forward to it the entire drive to work.
The first thing he did when he got to the office used to be to get coffee. Now he went straight to his office and unzipped his pants at his desk.
Draco smiled to himself, listening to Ron’s annoyed grumbling as he tried to roll his chair away from the “leak.” And he adjusted his stream to follow Ron’s chair.
He wasn’t about to let the little weasel escape his morning piss. Once his bladder was empty, and Ron was dripping wet with piss, then he would go have his morning coffee.
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Ron regretted taking the new office. He knew it was “leaking” pee because of Draco.
He wished he’d just shut up and taken the farts. Piss was worse.
He tried having a meeting with Draco. Asking to be demoted back to his cubicle.
But Draco laughed at him.
Draco walked downstairs with him and insisted they have the meeting in his office.
Ron hated his office. It felt just as small as his cubicle but the office always smelled like piss. His cubicle only smelled like farts right after Draco came to see him.
Ron tried asking for his cubicle back. He complained about the smell of piss in his office.
To Ron’s horror, Draco pulled out his dick and started pissing everywhere.
He laughed, waving his dick around wildly and letting his piss arch across every wall, all the furniture.
Little drops of pee splattered every surface.
But Draco wasn’t done.
He dropped his pants and let his ass hover over Ron’s chair.
“I’ve wanted to take a shit in your office since the day I gave it to you.” Draco laughed, letting the log slide out onto Ron’s seat.
Ron was too stunned to react. Or else he might have stopped Draco from pulling the suit jacket off his body and using it to wipe his ass.
Worse, he used the inside to wipe his ass. And then put it back on him.
Ron mechanically slid his arms through the sleeves. Only noticing the shit against his shirt when Draco slapped down on his back and he heard it squish and stick together.
Draco truly couldn’t resist giving Ron a wedgie. His tighty-wighties stretched painfully up his crack and Ron winced and wheezed and collapsed to his knees.
Draco kept pulling, dragging Ron’s body across the piss-soaked floor by his underwear. Pulling him along until they were behind his desk. He stepped on Ron’s back to hold him down before giving another deep hard yank. Ron screamed into the floor.
Draco laughed. He used Ron’s white underwear to dry the piss off his desk. Then he yanked Ron up and plopped him down in his seat.
He smiled cruelly as his own shit squished under Ron’s ass.
Ron cupped his hands protectively around his balls, still aching from his wedgie. But Draco was done with this. He let Ron blubber in his pain and humiliation.
Draco sat on Ron’s desk and watched him squirm uncomfortably on his shit-chair.
“This isn’t your office, Weasley, it’s my personal bathroom. I’m just kind enough to let you leave your desk in it. And unfortunately all the cubicles are filled at this time.”
Ron didn’t answer.
“I’m not going to stop using my bathroom. And I was being so nice to you, Weasley. I wasn’t shitting in my own bathroom to make you more comfortable. But I guess if you’re mad either way, I might as well shit in here.”
Draco couldn’t keep the wicked smirk off his face as he spoke. Watching Ron wriggle around in his shit-covered chair.
Ron finally had the good sense to beg. He assured Draco he was fine with the pee actually. Draco could piss on him whenever he wanted. Just please don’t shit.
Draco told Ron he’d consider. And he did.
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The next morning Draco didn’t go straight to his office with his full bladder. He went to Ron’s.
Ron asked what he was doing there.
But Draco didn’t answer. He just unzipped and started pissing on Ron’s face.
Ron instinctively tried to cover his face with his hands but Draco ordered him to move his hands and open his mouth.
Ron did.
Draco laughed and kept pissing on Ron’s face. He couldn’t believe he didn’t do this sooner. Pissing on Ron from the comfort of his own office was wonderful but pissing on him face to face was even better.
Watching him gag on piss in his mouth was worth coming downstairs for.
Draco finished and zipped himself up.
He turned to leave, but Ron stopped him.
“So that’s it? No shitting in my office? Just piss?” He asked warily.
Draco’s smile was wicked as he turned back around to face a piss-drenched Ron.
“That’s it for my morning piss. I’ll be back for my morning shit after I’ve had my coffee.”
Ron’s face paled but Draco laughed.
He chuckled to himself all the way to the coffee pot.