The spotlight hit me like a warm embrace as the emcee called my name. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Rick [my surname], our outstanding community service award recipient!”

The auditorium erupted in applause, a sea of faces blurring under the bright lights. I straightened my tie, smoothed my suit jacket, and strode up the steps to the stage, my chest swelling with pride. Years of volunteering, leading fundraisers, and mentoring kids had led to this moment. The mayor shook my hand firmly, handed me the plaque, and the flashes from cameras popped like fireworks.

I turned to face the crowd, a packed house of at least two hundred people. Colleagues, neighbors, and local bigwigs. All smiling and clapping. I opened my mouth to start my acceptance speech, the words I’d rehearsed a dozen times bubbling up.

“Thank you all for—” I began

That’s when I saw her. A flash of red hair darting from the wings of the stage, hurtling toward me like a missile. My ex-wife, Laura. What the hell? Before I could react, her hands were on my belt, yanking it open with vicious force. The buckle clattered to the floor. She grabbed the waistband of my slacks and boxers in one swift motion, pulling them down to my ankles in a single, humiliating tug.

My pants pooled around my shoes, trapping my legs. Cool air hit my groin, and there it was—my soft little dick out for the entire world to see. Barely an inch long, shriveled and pathetic, nestled in a sparse patch of pubic hair. It jiggles there, exposed and ridiculous, under the harsh stage lights that made every detail stark and unforgiving.

The auditorium fell silent for a split second, a collective gasp rippling through the crowd.

Then it shattered.

Laughter exploded like thunder, starting from the front rows and spreading back in waves. People doubled over in their seats, pointing and howling.

“Oh my God, look at that tiny thing!” someone shouted from the third row.

“Is that a dick or a clit?” another voice jeered, followed by a chorus of snickers.

“It’s babydick Rick!” a woman in the balcony yelled, and the insult ignited more roars.

Men slapped their knees, women covered their mouths, but couldn’t stop giggling. Phones came out, recording every second of my shame, my tiny soft dick twitching slightly in the breeze from the AC vents as if trying to hide.

I stood there frozen. If I had any sense, I’d have immediately grabbed my pants and pulled them back up. But for some reason, I just stood there like a deer in the headlights. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to cover my exposed genitals with my hands. There I was, in front of my whole community, dick and balls exposed for them to see and mock. Phone camera flashes are going off. Jeers and insults are raining down on me. Hysterical laughter ringing in my ears.

Laura stepped back, her face twisted in triumphant glee, hands on her hips as she surveyed the chaos she’d unleashed. She threw her head back and laughed, a sharp, cutting sound that sliced through the din. “That’s for stiffing me in the divorce, you cheap bastard!” she bellowed, her voice carrying over the microphone someone had thrust toward her in the confusion. “And for all those years of not being able to satisfy me sexually! That babydick couldn’t even make me blink. Now everyone knows why I left your sorry ass!”

The crowd ate it up, their laughter turning into a frenzy of catcalls.

“Micro-dick alert!”

“Can’t fuck, can he? Not with that little pecker.”

“No wonder she’s pissed! He probably never-ever gave her an orgasm during sex.”

“Change his award to: The Smallest Dick Award.”

Insults flew from all directions, a barrage that pinned me in place. I stood there frozen, face burning hotter than the lights, my hands fumbling uselessly at my sides because bending down would only make it worse. My tiny dick just bobbled there, soft and insignificant, the center of the storm.

Security finally rushed the stage, but not before the damage was done. The mayor’s face was a mask of horror, the emcee stammering into the mic about technical difficulties. As they hustled Laura away, still cackling, someone threw a jacket over my lap, and the laughter echoed in my ears. My award moment—ruined.

My dignity—gone.

All because of that vengeful bitch and my embarrassing secret now broadcast to the whole damn town.

 

The End.

 

 

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