I guess I made the wrong wish.
As I was holding on for dear life on the back of Dad's Harley we
stopped off at a biker bar on the way to the mall to pick up chicks.
My yuppie garb really stood out when Dad burst through the door.
I followed obediently as if I was his boy.
Pulling out a stool from the bar he said sit. He ordered a couple
beers and gave me one. I wasn't old enough to drink and he knew it but
he still handed it to me and said DRINK more insistently.
Looking up at him with a bit of fear in my eyes I started to sip it.
I said DRINK.
I chugged it and soon was empty having another shoved into my hands.
I could feel myself getting groggier and groggier.
When Dad lifted me up off the stool like a rag doll and placed me on
the table on my back he loosened my belt and removed my pants and
underwear.
I could feel myself being raped but my head was so swimming that I
couldn't do anything about it. That first man was a big biker. Belly
that stuck out like a beach ball and his dick was as thick as a beer
can. But fortunately it didn't go in too far with that belly holding
him at a distance. But my hole was stretched wide. And I would be glad
for that later when I was long dicked by that porn star.
I had a feeling that this was what we did in this version of reality.