It had only been six months since Betty and Billy were married, and now Billy was standing on the courthouse steps divorced. The good side was that they had a prenuptial agreement and she didnât try to break it. Billy paid the attorneyâs fees and court cost just to keep his records and accounts from being looked at. For all intents and purposes he was between jobs, but his bank accounts would have shown a steady income in the six figures a month range.
The fifteen minutes in court on the uncontested divorce had cost Billy fifteen hundred dollars, without having representation of his own. The attorney for Betty had used a form to file the divorce, and other than their names it was a check the box procedure. The lawyer was attending several similar hearings in a row. Not a bad living.
Billy was insulted. He felt belittled and totally disgusted. He was sure the rest of his life would be better off if he just did without women. Sure Betty stated irreconcilable differences as the reason for the divorce, but she told him it was because his dick was too big and she wanted a normal man. This is the same woman who a year ago was bragging about having a man with a monster cock and she couldnât keep her hands off it. It was embarrassing, humiliating, and demeaning to say the least. That was one of the reasons he was attracted to her in the first place. He had been embarrassed and ashamed of it his whole life and Betty seemed to really admire it and be excited about him having it. The most traumatic moments in his life had come when women found out about it. He never knew if they were going to retreat in fear or make fun of it.
Maybe a good workout at the gym would help. Billy usually worked out three days a week, but even then he was so self-conscious about his penis that he rode his bicycle home to shower and get cleaned up. It wasnât his fault. He had just been born with a very large penis and testicles to match. They didnât look out of proportion when flaccid on his six foot two frame, especially as well muscled as he was, but when it was erect it was huge. With his jet-black hair and hazel eyes he was a very good looking man, until he took off his pants, then he was a god to some women and a terror to others. They all thought they wanted it, but none of them seemed to want him or could take him, until Betty.
Billy decided to hell with the workout. He would walk the short distance to OâBrianâs and tip a few whiskeys. What could it hurt since he had no job to be responsible for and no one to go home to. His mother and father had died in a plane crash years before and he was an only child. His friends had been lost when he married Betty because all of them thought she was just too hard to get along with. She made it her personal goal in life to separate him from everyone he enjoyed running around with, talking to, or just being with. She had been rude and overbearing to his friends, and because she was his wife he had supported her. She was a total bitch.
Since there was no longer a wife there was no reason to maintain the apartment they had lived in. He decided to sell it and move back aboard his sailboat. It was a much simpler life anyway.
The bar was nearly empty when Billy went in and sat in corner by himself. The waitress was good looking and friendly, but he didnât notice, and the last thing he wanted was to be friendly with a woman, any woman. It wasnât that he liked men or anything like that; it was just that he was hurt and couldnât see where it was worth it.
The after work crowd started filing in about six and Billy was already six sheets to the wind. Sitting with his head propped up on his hand, long past the point of hearing or remembering the people around him.
Three women came in together. They were an unlikely trio at best. The largest of the three was a professional body builder, not particularly pretty, but very healthy in a muscle bound way. She was blonde naturally and had almost no breast, they having been reduced by her low body fat and over developed pecks.
The second woman was a sandy blonde with pale blue eyes. She was pretty by any standard, standing five feet ten in her stocking feet, and sporting a thirty-six âDâ bra. She had little body fat, just enough to be plush and smooth. Her legs were exceptionally long and slim and she gave the impression of class and education. She had been in her own medical practice for a period of years and was getting bored. She had rather be a researcher than a treating physician any day, especially in the field of urology.
The smallest of the three was a redhead with a little help. She was five foot even and had the best natural proportion of the three. She thought, with good reason, that her ass was her best asset. Though she sported the freckles of a redhead she tanned well and liked the outdoor life she had as a tennis pro at a very prestigious country club.
The body builderâs name was Beth though most of her friends called her Butch, which didnât offend her at all. The doctor was Alice, and the redhead was Susan. They had been best friends since grammar school and kept in touch ever since. Two were married and Beth was just finished with a very nasty divorce that had left her with a hate for men in general. Beth had decided sex was better with women anyway and hadnât found it difficult to persuade Susan, whose husband didnât have time for her in the first place. They made a good combination considering their differences. Susan was the one that noticed Billy in the corner.
Alice was married, but she had last seen her husband playing hugs and kisses with another man some twelve months before. She had filled out the uncontested divorce petition, but not filed it yet. She knew the marriage was over, but just couldnât publicly admit defeat yet. She was totally absorbed by her practice and hadnât really missed her soon to be ex-husband at all. She needed male companionship to feel complete, and hadnât yet fallen into the trap with Beth and Susan. If she didnât do something soon, she just might.
âIsnât that Billy Jones in the corner over there?â Susan asked of her friends.
âI think so. I heard he got divorced today. It looks like he is trying to get over it with a sever case of alcohol poisoning,â Alice said.
âI used to know his wife. What a bitch. She ran around the gym bragging about how big his cock was and how she just couldnât use it all. I though it was a good idea if she choked on it.â Commented Beth as her girl friends chuckled.
The girls chattered among themselves for the next thirty minutes or so before the conversation came back around to Billy. They were discussing how small Aliceâs husbands cock was and how infrequently he used it when Beth had an idea. They had drunk quite a few by that time and thinking was becoming a chore.
âWith Billy drunk like he is we should take him home and use that monster cock heâs supposed to have. Hell, you could even do research on him as a freak of nature. Besides, someone is going to have to help him home anyway.â Beth said to Alice.
âI think we should capture him and keep him in Aliceâs basement to play with.â Susan added.
After a couple more drinks Alice said, âLetâs do it. Lets capture him and see if he really has what Betty bragged about. We will just go over like we were going to help him home and take him to my basement.â
She had all that bondage equipment from her playtime with her ex so it shouldnât be too difficult to restrain him until he came to. She had never liked the bondage scene, but her soon to be ex had and she had gone along to keep him happy.
The women got up together and walked to where Billy was trying to stay conscious. He was long past reason and the only thought he had was that he had to be conscious to have another drink. He knew there were people talking to him, but he couldnât make sense of what they were saying. One of them grabbed him under the arm and he tried to pull it away. The exertion was the last act he remembered as he passed out.
Billy woke with a terrible headache. He couldnât figure out where he was. Nothing seemed familiar around him. He seemed to be lying on a hard surface and covered with a sheet or something. Oh hell, his head hurt so bad he just wanted to go back to sleep until it passed. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldnât see. The thought that he was blind drunk crossed his mind, but that seemed ridiculous. He tried to pull his left arm over so he could wipe his eyes, but it was stuck, stretched out and over his head. The same was true of his right arm.
Billy was becoming frightened at the thought he might have died and now he was in a coffin. He thought his will called for cremation and now he knew he was going to be cooked and he wasnât really dead. Too much alcohol, there had to be a reasonable explanation for where he was and why he couldnât move.