Carl shuddered in his room.

Usually the nine year old deliciously chubby boy would have Chase sleeping with him, cuddling with him, kissing him romantically, touching his cocklet. However, that night Chase was grounded for getting raped by Brian - and no doubt being gangraped by his father and every other male adult in town - so Carl was all alone in the mansion. His father had given him a bath, sensually rubbing his hands over the lamb's chubby body, groping his cheeks, run his hand clockwise on his belly, even rubbed his cock against the child's legs. His mother was no better, doing much the same and allowing him to fondle her boobies, a brief comfort of heterosexuality in an ocean of gayness.

After ejaculating several dry orgasms Carl thought he was relaxed enough to sleep. But familiar sounds echoed in the darkness: footsteps, moans.

He tried laying still; screaming would only annoy his parents. But eventually he felt a weight on his bed, a grown man. The weight pressed on his covers, but before he could dart away a hand sneaked beneath them, beneath his pyjamas, playing with his nipples.

 

"Shh" a cruel voice whispered, "We're family. I would never hurt family."

Carl looked to the side, but couldn't mov his head much as two sausage-thick fingers probed his mouth, touched his tongue, forced his lips to suck them. They didn't taste like much either, but the 9 year old had seen enough hentais to know it was a sex thing.

Another hand began to unbutton his pyjamas. The young lamb protested, though he was still a virgin by technicality he didn't like it when his parents molested him and he sure as hell wouldn't allow some rando to take advantage of him.

"But we're family..."

The hands opted to just rip apart his pyjamas at once and turned him belly up, leaving him completely naked before his remote ancestor, James I. Carl barely recognised him from his mother's historical bullshit, but somehow the decrepit old man coaxed out an erection from the prepubescent ram. Perhaps it was the mere thought of doing something sexual, or perhaps it was the tabooness of doing it with what is technically a grandpa. Either way, the child did not fight the hands rubbing his body sensually, only closed his eyes and leaned to their touch, moaning softly as his pecker hardened.

Fingers once again wormed their way into his mouth, and once again he sucked them. As they went deeper into his throat and activted his gag reflex he suddenly opened his eyes, happening upon his ancestor's cock right above his face, sinking immediately into his lips. The penis wasn't very large, fitting perfectly in his mouth, his nose colliding with the crotch fat of his ancestor with every thrust. Again, no smell or taste, but precum accumulated at the back of his throat so he periodically had to disengage and breathe and swallow it, before James forced him bak into sucking his cock.

The sheer submission he was forced to awakened something in Carl, and he began to furiously masturbate his little pecker. But a pair of hands restrained his.

"Ah ah" said James, shaking his finger, "If you want to cum it will be by my cock alone."

True to word, he removed himself from Carl's mouth and picked him up in his arms. He flipped him upside down, lowering Carl's face into the erect cock, using the 9 year old child as a fleshlight. Carl had even less autonomy than before, something - ropes? hard light constructs? - tying his hands while his ancestor thrust into his mouth. But he felt James spreading his cheeks and exposing his small pink hole, the ghost's tongue licking and then penetrating his ring. Each probing lick left his asshole wetter and wider, both his prostate and anal rim stimulated. Carl blushed, knowing what was coming (as well as du to gravity) and sure enough he was flicked again, his back turned to James while his hands were tied behind his back. Grabbing the child's hands, James forced Carl to sit on his cock, the small but broad ghost cock disappearing between the 9 year old chubby cheeks, the sole evidence being a stretched anal ring.

Essentially sitting on his ancestor's lap, Carl didn't have to move much, simply twerking his ass to cause friction. He was quick to cum, a very first sliver of cum ejecting his cockle while James came loads on his ass, but the ghosts weren't done yet. A desert fox apparated before him, taking advantage of his muzzle opened by moaning to shove a long and thin cock. He quickly deep throated Carl, making him gag and cry and cough. He tried using his tongue to remove the intruder but the fox grabbed him by his horns and James tightened his grip on the tied hands, forcing Carl to milk the fox until loads of cum were forced down his throat.

As the fox withrew Carl coughed just a single drop of cum, for which the fox lowered and slightly raised his legs, allowing his cock to snake its way into the child's rectum. Unlike James this fox was much longer, thrusting deep and fast into Carl's ass, while simultaneously being short enough to look him in the eyes and forcibly kiss him, his tongue dominating the lamb's. James watched in amusement as Carl took two cocks up his ass, one too long and fast to handle, while also being forced to kiss and swallow saliva and tongue the same way he had a penis. Carl meekly tried to fight off the intruder, but he was completely powerless; the kiss only stopped because the fox allowed it.

 

"P-please..." cried Carl.

"P-p-p-p-p-p-please!" the fox mocked, "Your people raped my kind's children, huge European cocks up barely legal Meseta anuses. Now its my time to violate."

The two ghosts used Carl as their toy all night. Sometimes they spitroasted, James on the ass and John on the mouth or vice versa; sometimes both forced Carl to suck their cocks under the threat of punishment; sometimes they both shove their cocks down his throat anyways, leaving the poor confused cub to gag. This went on all night, until the sun's rays dissipated the apparitions.

By dawnlight, poor Carl was a mess. Completely naked on the bed, covered in cum, gaping ass, coughing cum, eyes reddened. His father was the first to find him in such a predicament, and his boner could only grow.

"Honey, Carl isn't feeling well, he needs to stay home today" he said to his wife.

She shrugged and left the house to sell ice cream. Carl's dad took advantage and took him to his own room, where the fucked the defenseless child to his pleasure. The day was as long as the night.