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Ramsay hated Theon. He hated everything about him. His personality, his smug smile, the way he thought he was better than everyone else. He would see Theon in the hallways, laughing and talking to Robb, or at a party conversing with whores. And all that Ramsay felt was resentment.
Ramsay found himself fantasizing about all the things he could do to Theon. He could destroy the man if he wanted. He was stronger, and smarter. He could catch him off guard and punch the smile off of his face, break those stupid teeth.
But Ramsay found himself craving more. He wanted more from Theon. Beating him bloody would be satisfying, but it wouldn't be enough. Ramsay had to really put the guy in his place. He had to show Theon how everyone truly felt about him.
Ramsay had gotten somewhat close with Theon over the past few days. He'd taken it upon himself to be as friendly as possible, talking to him in class and waving at him in the hallways. And Theon loved the attention. He would practically light up every time Ramsay started talking to him.
He particularly liked to talk about himself. When Ramsay asked him anything about himself he would eagerly respond. Ramsay found himself becoming more and more infuriated as time went on. How could Robb bare to be friends with Theon?
But on the third day, Ramsay invited Theon over, and he accepted. Now Ramsay's plan was in motion.
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"You've got a nice place," Theon observed, stepping in through the door.
Ramsay smiled as genuinely as he could. "It's kind of you to say so, but you have my father to thank for that."
It was true. Ramsay had practically no say in anything around the house. That was Roose Bolton's job. He liked to waste his insane amounts of wealth on material possessions.
Ramsay lead Theon upstairs to his room. He let Theon make himself comfortable, and watched as the brown haired boy dug through his drawers and looked at his things. Ramsay hated that Theon was touching his stuff, but he reminded himself to be patient.
"Wow, this is a nice laptop," Theon gasped, running his fingers along the side of the device.
Ramsay didn't understand how anyone could put up with Theon. Even whores must've gotten exhausted with his endless talking.
"Thank you. But come sit on the bed, will you?" Ramsay said, tapping the spot next to him on the bedding.
Ramsay didn't know how much longer he could stand it. He was so tired of playing nice, and his cock was already almost half hard in his pants. Even just the thought of what he could do to Theon made him aroused.
Theon obeyed, and took a seat on the bed next to Ramsay. He awkwardly stared down at the floor.
Ramsay took a moment to admire Theon. He was definitely attractive. His brown hair was slightly curly, and his features were soft and delicate.
Ramsay wasted no more time. He grabbed Theon, making him let out a surprised gasp, and then pinned him to the bed.
"Ramsay...? What're you doing?"
Ramsay connected his lips to Theon's to get him to be quiet. Theon tasted salty, but his lips against Ramsay's were a pleasant feeling. When Ramsay pulled away Theon was looking up at him confused, his green eyes wide and his mouth parted slightly like he was about to protest.
"Shhh. Don't talk." Ramsay whispered, trailing his lips down Theon's neck.
Theon opened his mouth to protest, but then Ramsay was tugging on his pants and the only sound that escaped was a pathetic whine. Ramsay pulled Theon's pants down easily, and then realized his cock was already half hard.
"Fuck, you're disgusting. You getting off on this, hm?" Ramsay smiled, looking down at Theon's boxers and then back up at his face.
Theon looked completely humiliated. His face was red with embarrassment, and the sight pleased Ramsay. Theon was coming completely undone. Ramsay had expected him to put up more of a fight.
"Fuck off, get off of me!" Theon yelled, bringing his hands up to shove at Ramsay's chest.
But Ramsay didn't move. He watched Theon pathetically struggle under him, but he wouldn't let go.
He pulled his own pants down, and then his boxers. He tossed them off the side of the bed where they were discarded on the floor. He was fully hard, something he hadn't expected either. Ramsay had expected himself to have to imagine Theon as a girl to get himself hard, but he didn't. The sight of Theon struggling under him was perfect.
"Get off of me, you sick pervert! I'll tell someone!" Theon screamed. He was growing more desperate now, Ramsay could tell by his voice.
Ramsay laughed. The situation was simply too amusing. "Oh? And who will you tell? Your daddy? Everyone already knows you're a fag, Theon."
Ramsay slipped his fingers underneath Theon's boxers, and gave them a tug. He pulled them down to Theon's ankles and then leaned in close to Theon's ear. He lined himself up with Theon's hole, feeling his cock twitch at the thought of ramming into it.
"Who's gonna believe you? They all know you want a cock in your ass anyway."
Ramsay pushed in, giving Theon no warning. The tears in his eyes were immediate, and only seconds later they were rolling down his cheeks. Ramsay let himself relax, enjoying the feeling of Theon's tight hole around him.
"Please! Stop, please...I won't tell anyone," Theon begged, his voice no more than a whisper now.
Ramsay laughed again, and looked his victim in the eyes.
"Oh, I know you won't tell anyone."
Ramsay pulled out, and then pushed back in hard. Theon cried out, clenching his hands together tight, as if that would stop the pain. He looked absolutely pathetic, and Ramsay could hardly recognize him.
"Fuck, Theon. You're so fucking useless. Why does anyone keep you around?" Ramsay snickered, burying himself deep inside Theon's body again.
He admired the way Theon's walls clenched around his cock, as his body desperately tried to block out the intrusion. Ramsay realized how painful it must've been, being fucked open with no prep.
"Your only use is this. To be spread out, and fucked like a slut."
Ramsay let out a moan when he hit a particular spot. Theon looked almost lifeless underneath him. He was panting and drooling, his head against the pillow. His eyes were shut tight as he tried to disassociate. But Ramsay wouldn't let him.
"Look at me!" Ramsay screamed, wrapping his hands around Theon's neck and squeezing.
Theon opened his eyes wide. Ramsay only pressed down harder with his thumbs. He continued slamming into Theon, watching as his face turned almost pale.
He was thrashing and trying to gasp for air, but Ramsay didn't let go. He thought about killing Theon, for a second. Every negative emotion he'd had seemed to resurface here, and for a moment the only thought on Ramsay's mind was how he could hide the body. But then he loosened his grip, and watched Theon breathe life back into his lungs.
He was panting like a dog in heat, trying to fill his lungs again. Ramsay kept his hands around Theon's neck, but didn't press down.
"Don't try to get out of this, Theon. I want you to remember it. Every last second of it." Ramsay said, letting his voice relax again.
Ramsay could tell that he was close. Watching Theon gasp and cry underneath him was so perfect. Ramsay knew he could kill Theon if he wanted to. He knew it, and that was what mattered.
"You could be my little cockslut. That's all your good for, isn't it? To keep my cock warm?" Ramsay said, pounding into Theon harder than he thought was possible.
Ramsay pressed his thumbs down on Theon's neck again, laughing when his eyes went wide and he struggled for air. And he kept laughing when Theon's face turned red, and his breathing became nothing more than wheezing.
"Nobody likes you. Stupid bitch, when will you learn?"
And then Ramsay's grip loosened, and he was spilling inside of Theon. He pulled out, and watched his cum leak from Theon's hole and onto the bedsheets.
Ramsay looked down at Theon. He was unrecognizable. He was just a shell of the annoying, cocky guy who would never seem to shut up. Now he was completely quiet, aside from the gasping and crying.
Ramsay put his boxers back on, and left Theon on the bed. He realized Theon hadn't cum, and he considered giving him a handjob. It would be a nice thing to do, and maybe it would even make him stay quiet.
Ramsay left his room and walked down the steps. He would drug Theon, and then send him back home the next morning. With any luck, Theon might be stupid enough to believe it was all just a dream. And if not, Ramsay was pretty certain he wouldn't talk.
But maybe Ramsay could have some fun with him before he sent Theon home. After all, the night was just beginning.