Humiliated Star Ch. 01 - Dignity Stolen

At 45, Wade Smith had everything people were supposed to want. Money. A nice car. A beautiful house. A respected name. A successful career. And most importantly, a daughter he was proud of.

Wade was a slightly chubby man who usually wore a classic shirt and trousers. His neighbors liked him; they described him as nice, polite, calm, and always ready to help.

Since his divorce from Luna, he had been living on his own, while his daughter Emma stayed with her mother in Wade's old house, a place filled with the memories he had left behind.

One night, Wade sat on the couch at home; finally, after a long week of work, Wade got his day off. His body sank into the cushions as he enjoyed the rare quiet.

His phone buzzed; he looked at the screen and saw his boss's name: Eric.

Eric launched into a complaint about one of the company's latest architecture projects, led by Alexandra, Wade's co-worker. He insisted a whole section of calculations was wrong. Wade pointed out that he'd already finished his own section--and that Alexandra had made the mistakes. Eric wasn't interested in the blame game. He wanted it fixed. So, as usual, Wade rolled up his sleeves and took on someone else's work because, apparently, finishing his own wasn't enough.

The light from Wade's laptop lit his face as he adjusted the project. He checked the calculations to make sure they were correct. He reached for his coffee and took a sip, hoping the caffeine would help him focus. Suddenly, a dog barked outside. Wade jumped while holding the cup and spilled the coffee on his crotch.

"Ah shit, shit, fucking hell," he hissed.

He stood up and started to rub his crotch as he whined in pain.

"Why?! Why there?!," Wade said, clutching his crotch and bending over.

The dog barked again.

"SHUT UP!"

His phone rang. Still half bent over, clutching his crotch, Wade looked at the screen and saw Luna's name. He sighed before answering.

"Hello?" Wade said through gritted teeth.

"Wade, I am calling just to remind you about Emma's school payment.

"Okay," Wade groaned, brushing his pants.

"I want the money sent as soon as possible."

"Mmm, I said okay, Luna; it will be sent."

Wade grabbed a wet towel and pressed it to his crotch; he let out a long breath. Luna continued talking, then she mentioned her boyfriend, Patrick.

"Patrick was saying that there is a better school in the city and has a better payment system."

Wade's expression changed immediately; he forgot all the pain.

"Patrick said that." his jaw tightened. "I am busy right now; we will talk later, but I chose this school for Emma, and she will not transfer."

He hung up before she could respond.

Very slowly, he placed the phone face down on the table. Then he sat back down. He settled back into his work, adjusting the project. The doorbell rang. Wade didn't expect anyone, so he checked his watch, wondering who would come at this hour.

He opened the door; his expression softened almost immediately.

It was Samantha, his neighbor. She was 38, with blond hair, a warm expression, and a curvy figure. Wade and Samantha had a straightforward relationship. She knew he lived alone, and Wade knew she lived with her 8-year-old child, Edward. When Samantha was running late, Wade sometimes drove Edward to school. She occasionally brought Wade food. These were small acts of kindness exchanged between two divorced neighbors.

She stood outside the house, holding a plate.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi." Wade glanced at the plate.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Cookies"

"Really for me?" He took a cookie from the plate and tasted it.

Samantha smiled.

"Oh, that's so good. Thank you, really"

"You look like you really need something sweet," she joked, looking at his pants.

Wade looked down and saw a small wet spot on his pants; his shirt was unbuttoned, and his hair was messy.

"It's obvious, huh," Wade said, a bite of cookie in his mouth.

"A little bit." She chuckled

He smiled.

"Do you want to come in? I can make coffee.", Wade said, hoping she would accept.

Samantha glanced back toward her house.

"I can't. Edward's home alone. I just wanted to drop these off." Her tone was apologetic.

"Yeah, of course," Wade said, disappointment in his voice.

"Goodnight, Wade." She waved.

"Goodnight." Wade waved back.

Samantha walked back toward her house, while Wade remained in the doorway, his gaze fixed on her hips swaying. He slapped himself across the face. "Focus," he muttered, turning back to his desk. After taking a deep breath, he returned to work.

Wade sat for two hours working on the project. It was late, and he was getting tired, so he decided to take a break and continue tomorrow. Wade went to the kitchen to grab a drink; from the window, he saw Samantha sleeping on her living room sofa. She wore a thin tank top and leggings. Her curvy and soft butt was pressed against the cushion and directed towards Wade's window, and her small feet and rosy soles were too much for Wade to handle.

"Oh my lord," Wade whispered, heat rising through his body.

He knew that it was inappropriate, but his body was betraying him, and his cock started to harden. It had been two years since Wade had sex, two years nobody touched him, nobody cared about him, nobody kept his bed warm--two years of work, empty evenings, and convincing himself that being alone didn't bother him.

"Fuck it," he said, rushing back to the laptop and sitting on his couch. He clicked on a pornsitet, searching for a video that felt close enough to the image in his head. Blond hair, curvy hips, cute face, e and soft smile; he found one naked woman rubbing herself. The video started, soft moans filling the room. Wade lowered his pants as he was watching. He was rushed, stressed, and needed release, so he took off his underwear. The woman was moaning, and his laptop was balanced on his bare lap, and between his chubby thighs was his hard penis. Wade had a small penis; it was really tiny and pink and shaped like an acorn. It was short and didn't even reach his small balls.

Wade wrapped three fingers around it and started stroking. His strokes grew faster; his hips lifted slightly off the couch, his breathing grew heavier with each stroke, and he closed his eyes and bit his lip. His toes curled, and his whole body tensed. He was really on the edge.

BANG.

Wade froze, terror gripping him. His hand remained wrapped around his dick as he forced his eyes open and slowly looked down the hall. A tall, masked man stormed into the living room, gun in hand.

"Hands up, don't move," said the masked man, holding the gun toward Wade. His voice was rough and low.

Wade pulled his hands away from his dick and raised them, trembling with fear. His jeans still bunched around his thighs, leaving his tiny dick fully exposed between his legs.

"All right, all right... please... I understand."

Wade's body was so cold. He glanced down--his penis had shrunk in the cold, nearly vanished. He tried to cover it. What if I die like this? he thought. What if they find me like this?

"Hands where I can see them," the man said, waving the gun.

Wade nervously raised them again.

"My wallet is on the table. There's about a hundred dollars inside. Take the cards too.

Take the laptop if you want." Wade said desperately with a shaky voice.

The masked man paused; he glanced toward the wallet, and then his eye drifted down from Wade's face straight to his exposed groin. The man's expression changed; he stared at Wade's little nub.

"That's it," the man said, surprised.

"Yeah, that's all I have- the wallet, my wallet. Don't carry much cash, I mean carry much cash, Wade stutters.

"No," the man said, nodding his head toward Wade's crotch. "I mean your... cock. That's all of it."

Wade's mouth fell open. He stared at the man, glanced down at his own soft, small penis resting against his balls, then looked back up. His fear gradually turned to indignation. "Look, man, seriously. Just focus on your job, and please keep it professional." Wade's tone was sharp.

The masked man lowered his gun and slowly took off his mask, revealing his face.

"Why are you taking off your mask?" Wade asked, confused.

"You know what"? The man said dramatically, looking emotionally taken aback. "I am ungrateful," the man continued. "I have been complaining a lot about my life, about how things are going with me."

Wade stared at the man; he was sitting naked, listening, not understanding what was happening.

"Man, just take 100 bucks and leave. I won't tell the police." Wade's voice was laced with embarrassment and annoyance.

The man looked at Wade, tears in his eyes.

"I am sorry," the man cried. "After complaining and complaining and complaining, I realized that I am not cursed." He looked at Wade's penis. "I have so much to be grateful for."

"Oh, for God's sake," Wade said.

"I just now see that there are people who barely have anything and are still able to live and build their lives. Thank you, man, thank you." He sniffed, wiped his eyes, and slowly walked out of the house.

Wade sat silently for a while, his pants still around his feet. He looked down at his penis, then at the broken door, then back at his penis. He had never felt more humiliated. He leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

"The only thing he stole was my dignity."

The next morning, Wade stood outside his house wearing a loose robe and shorts.

He was on the phone with a repairman.

"I am telling you I did not break it myself. Why would I do that? A robber broke the door," Wade shouted at the repairman.

"Sir, if you have not broken it yourself and you were robbed, as you state, why have you not reported it?" the repairman asked.

"Uh... because he didn't steal anything... You know what, just come here, and I will pay."

Wade exhaled and hung up. Across the street, Samantha was walking, carrying a bag of groceries. She saw the broken door, and her expression changed.

"Oh my God, Wade, what happened?" she asked, looking at the broken door.

Wade paused for a moment. What was he supposed to say? One guy broke in while I was naked, masturbating, thinking of you. When he saw my tiny penis, he left out of pity. It wasn't impressive enough, so Wade lied.

Wade cleared his throat, looked at the broken door, and gave an awkward smile.

"Oh, that, yeah, uh, five men broke in last night."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, and are you okay? Did they hurt you?" she said in a worried voice.

"Nah, I am fine." Wade kept his awkward smile.

"Did they steal anything?" she asked.

Wade thought, My dignity. They stole my dignity.

Wade coughed and rubbed his head awkwardly. "I guess they got spooked when they saw me, so they didn't have much time to steal." He coughed again, just hoping she would believe it.

Samantha looked at Wade. Wade looked back. His robe slipped open slightly, revealing his white underwear. He quickly pulled it closed again. Samantha smiled.

"Well, I'm just glad you're okay."

"Thanks."

She walked toward her house, but paused to look back at Wade.

"Actually... Edward and I are having dinner tonight. Would you like to join us?"

"Me? Really? I mean, of course I would be glad to join you guys."

"Great, see you at seven." She smiled and left.

Wade rushed back into his house, excited.

"Dinner with Samantha!" he jumped and laughed. Minutes later, Wade was in the shower, singing and dancing.

He stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He lifted the towel over his head and started rubbing his wet hair. The door swung open. The towel stayed on his head, blocking his view, but Wade heard the door and stood still. The cool air of the room hit his bare ass, and he realized the towel wasn't covering his little pecker.

Luna was shocked. "Jesus Christ! Sorry! I didn't know you were." Luna paused, looked down at his small penis, and smiled. "Naked as the day you were born." She pressed her lips together, trying to hide her laughter.

Wade scrambled, pulling the towel down from his head to cover his groin. His face burned.

"Why didn't you knock?" he asked, frustrated.

"I did, but you were obviously singing and shaking your ass," she said, leaning against the doorframe.

"Knock again. Don't just come in without my permission."

"Come on, Wade, relax; it's not like I haven't seen it before. Is it smaller now?" She joked.

"It's not funny," Wade muttered.

"It is funny. It has not grown a single centimeter since our divorce." She pushed off the frame and turned to leave. "Get dressed, little guy. Emma is here; you surely don't want your daughter to see your little secret." She pulled the door shut behind her, and Wade heard her chuckle.

Wade let out a long breath, then got dressed and headed downstairs. When he saw Emma, his face brightened, and she hugged him. His mood lifted right away. Wade and Emma settled onto the couch and chatted while Luna scrolled through her phone. Luna asked Wade about the broken door, and he said he was changing the lock because he'd heard there had been a lot of robberies in the neighborhood.

Luna grabbed her handbag, ready to leave.

"Emma is staying here today." She said.

"No problem." Wade nodded.

"Patrick planned a trip with some friends, and I'm going with him. We will be out for a few days"

"Patrick," Wade said in a cold voice.

"Yes, Patrick." She looked at him.

Before Wade could say a word, Patrick appeared in the broken doorway--tall, athletic, and bald, sunglasses perched on his head, having arrived before the rest of him.

"Oh, what happened here?" Patrick examined the door.

"It's a long story, and I'm sure you have something more important to do than listen to me," Wade said, forcing a smile.

Patrick walked over and gave Wade a light shoulder slap.

"How are you doing, little buddy?" Patrick said.

"Good," Wade replied, his voice bitter.

Luna walked toward the door. "Have fun with your dad, and call us if you need anything," she said to Emma. Patrick followed, then turned back to Wade. "Take care, little buddy."

"You too..." He paused."... big buddy," Wade said, frustrated.

Wade looked at Emma and smiled.

"Breakfast?" he asked her. She nodded.

As they shared breakfast, he mentioned that Samantha, his neighbor, had invited him to dinner that evening.

"So it's a date?" Emma asked with a playful smile.

Wade choked a little bit. "No, it's not a date; it's just a friendly invitation."

"Is she pretty?" Emma asked.

"Emma... stop"

"Is she?"

Wade paused, then looked at Emma. "Yeah, she is, but that doesn't mean anything."

Emma glanced at him and smiled. "You should wear the black shirt. It suits you perfectly. And you'll need help choosing a tie--you always pick the boring ones."

She took his father's hands and led him to his room. She opened the wardrobe and chose his clothes. Wade wore what she chose for him while she waited for him to show her.

"You look good," she said with a soft smile.

Wade was sitting while Emma fixed his hair. He asked her about her mother and Patric.

"How's your mom and Patric?"

"Good. Patric has another tennis tournament next month, so he is preparing for it, and Mom is supporting him."

"He is really famous, huh? That must have caused problems for you and your mother, you know, the media and the news. He has like 8 million on Instagram."

"Nah, not really. Mom says she is used to it now, and she seems happy."

Wade nodded quietly, looking at himself in the mirror. The old memory hit him.

Two years ago, Wade had returned home early from a work trip. He had a bottle of wine, Luna's favorite, and he wanted to surprise her. As he walked upstairs, he heard something from the bedroom. Loud moans were coming from his room. He stopped, trying to process what he was hearing. Slowly, he opened the door, and there, on his bed, was Luna on her hands and knees.

Her back was arched, her body shining with sweat. Behind her was Patrick, holding her butt cheeks and moving his hips so hard that it felt like the walls were shaking. Patrick. The famous tennis player. Six-foot-two, bald, lean. A body Wade couldn't even imagine himself attaining.

Wade's eyes widened and went straight to Patrick's large, veiny, thick cock inside her; he was like a horse, a machine, aggressive and rough. Luna moaned in a way Wade had never heard before, not once in years of marriage. She sounded desperate, like she never got fucked before.

Wade stood shocked, watching his wife getting fucked by another man. Patrick's eyes met Wade's; he smiled. Patrick just continued what he was doing, his large balls slapping against Luna's skin, and he didn't stop. Luna turned her head and looked at Wade. Her face was revealing her pleasure; she was not ashamed; she was satisfied. Patrick was going faster, and she was moaning and climaxing; then she held the sheets, and she screamed; she cummed. Luna pulled away from Patrick and sat up on the bed; she tried to catch her breath, and then she looked at Wade.

"Sorry, I didn't want this to end like that," she said sharply.

Wade looked at her face and understood, with horrible clarity, that she wasn't talking about tonight. She was talking about them. About the marriage. About the whole thing.

She looked like she was telling him he was not enough for her. It was like she was saying to him his cock is bigger than your pathetic tiny penis. He fucks me like you never could.

At this moment, Wade remembered other nights when he would try to touch her, and she rolled away from him. Nights when he successfully convinced her to have sex with him, she would let him enter his small penis inside her pussy while she lay scrolling on her phone. When he finally finished, after giving it his best shot at pleasing her, she asked in a bored tone, "Are you done yet?" At that moment, Wade realized he had lost everything--possibly even his dignity.

"Dad, are you listening to what I'm saying?" Emma asked.

Wade flinched.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, honey. I was just thinking about something."

"Good, because it's time for Samantha now," she said, smiling playfully.

Wade checked his watch. It was 6:50, so he stood, grabbed his jacket, and headed to the door. Emma wished him good luck as he closed the door; he thanked her and kissed her on the cheek. He arrived at Samantha's and knocked. She opened the door almost immediately and greeted him with a smile. She wore a short white dress and was barefoot. Wade smiled at her, his eyes briefly drifting to her white polished feet before returning to her face. Samantha noticed and smiled.

A moment of silence passed between them.

"Hi, welcome in," She said.

"Thanks," Wade said nervously. He glanced at the food and thanked her again for inviting him. Edward sat in the living room, surrounded by toys.

"Edward, come say hello."

He looked up and waved; Wade waved back.

Dinner was pleasant, and Wade clearly enjoyed it. They talked about the neighborhood, about school, about Edward's obsession with Batman. As Samantha set dessert on the table, Edward returned to his toys, leaving Wade and Samantha alone at the dinner table.

"Time really flies. Yesterday I was changing his diapers; today he doesn't even allow me to shower him," she said with a fond smile, glancing toward the living room.

"Yeah, I agree with you--my daughter is as tall as I am now," Wade said.

"They grow up so fast, and they make us feel older," she said.

"But you still--" Wade cleared his throat. His voice wavered. "Look good. I mean--not just good. Very good. You look... good."

Samantha fell silent, looking at him, confused.

Wade realized he had been too direct--he thought he needed to rephrase it so she wouldn't misunderstand. "I... I mean, for your age, you look... good."

Samantha leaned back, smiling.

"Oh, really? For my age?"

Wade squeezed his eyes shut. "I have no idea how that was supposed to sound better."

Samantha started laughing.

"Thank you, I guess," she said, smiling warmly at him.

For a few seconds, they looked at each other. Wade's expression softened as his eyes lingered on her gently parted lips. She noticed, but didn't look away. Instead, she leaned closer. The air between them warmed, and Wade heard his heart pounding as her warm breath brushed his skin. Their lips were just about to meet.

"Mom"

Both of them jumped apart.

"Can you take me to bed?" Edward said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

Samantha quickly stepped back from Wade, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Of course, honey," she said, offering her son a warm smile.

Samantha stood and walked over to her son, then glanced back at Wade with an apologetic smile. Wade gave her an understanding look, though he was disappointed. She took Edward's hand and led him upstairs, leaving Wade alone. He let out a quiet breath. A few minutes later, Samantha returned to find Wade waiting by the door.

"Thank you for tonight. I had a really nice time," he said, looking at her before quickly glancing away.

"So did I. I think we should do it again."

"Yeah, I would be glad to," Wade said, nodding as he left.

Wade walked home with a smile he couldn't quite shake. His thoughts drifted to Samantha--her soft smile, her sweet laugh, her gentle touch, and even the way her feet seemed perfect to him. It had been so long since he'd felt this happy. He kept replaying the moment when they closed in for a kiss.

He returned home and opened the door. He found Emma asleep on the couch, gently kissed her forehead, and headed to his desk to finish the project. He opened his laptop, looked at the calculations, and started working. After a few hours, he finished the project. He double-checked everything and reviewed all the details; finally, he attached all the files to an email and sent them to Eric.

The next morning, Wade arrived at the office in high spirits. His crisp shirt and polished appearance matched the warm smile he offered everyone. Rachel, his assistant, noticed his cheerful mood.

"Good morning. You seem cheerful today," she said.

"Good morning to the best assistant in the world," he replied playfully, giving her cheeks a gentle squeeze before heading into his office and leaving her pleasantly surprised.

He settled into his chair, leaned back, and felt excitement and energy coursing through him.

"Wade. Mr. Jackson wants to see you in his office. Right away," Rachel said, poking her head through the door.

"Maybe he wants to thank me for correcting the calculations." Wade stood, straightened his shirt, and headed out with confidence. As he passed Alexandra's desk, he noticed her watching him, a strange expression flickering across her face. He paused, deciding she must be jealous that he was about to take the credit, then continued to Eric's office.

Eric's office was enormous, furnished with polished, imposing pieces that looked as expensive as they were. Glass walls framed the city below, stretching out beneath his desk.

Wade knocked.

"Come in," Eric called, his voice cold.

He sat behind his desk with a cigar in hand. When Wade entered, Eric smiled and gestured to the chair opposite him.

"The Palm Hills project was excellent," he said, leaning forward. His expression remained unreadable. "The client loved it. Really loved it."

Relief swept through Wade. Pride warmed his chest as he turned toward Eric, ready to reply.

"But you're fired."

Wade's smile disappeared.

"... What?" He stared at Eric, stunned.

"Fired," Eric repeated, still calm. "We're terminating your contract."

"But--you said the client loved the project."

"They did. And I did too."

Confusion gave way to anger. "Then why the hell are you firing me?"

"Business reasons," Eric said.

Wade stared at him. A moment earlier, he'd been praised; now he was out of a job. Frustration surged, and he sprang to his feet, pointing across the desk.

"I fixed a project that wasn't even my responsibility!" he snapped. "I spent hours correcting Alexandra's mistakes, and now you're firing me for 'business reasons'? What does that even mean?" Wade shouted at him.

"Lower your voice, Wade. You're in my office. Don't forget yourself," Eric said.

"Business reasons, my ass. Is this because she's sucking your cock? You're letting Alexandra take the whole percentage from the deal you made with the client?" Wade shouted.

Eric's expression hardened. He declared the meeting was over and called in security.

Wade stood rigid, anger burning through him. The door opened behind him, and two tall, broad-shouldered guards entered. One reached for his arm. Wade jerked away.

"You can't do this!" he shouted, turning back to Eric. "You couldn't have achieved any of this without me!"

The guards seized him. Wade twisted and struggled as they forced his arms over their shoulders, spread his legs to restrain him, and lifted him by the legs. His protests echoed through the office as they dragged him into the hallway, his legs awkwardly splayed and his small bulge exposed for everyone to see.

Work stopped. Heads turned. Somewhere, a man chuckled; another soon joined him.

"LET ME DOWN, YOU IDIOTS!" Wade screamed.

He tried to cover himself, but the guards tightened their grip, spreading his legs even farther and pulling his pants taut. A group of female coworkers gathered near the copier, whispering behind their hands and glancing at his crotch.

"Oh my God, look between his legs. He clearly has a small package," one woman whispered, bringing her thumb and forefinger close together. Her friends joined in, laughing quietly.

Wade couldn't believe what he was hearing. His coworkers were mocking the size of his cock as they marched him along. Then he saw Rachel standing near her desk, her gaze moving from his exposed bulge to his face. Sympathy softened her expression. He couldn't tell whether she felt sorry for him because he'd been fired or because his small size was on display. Then he spotted Alexandra, who watched with a grin as his expression changed.

Wade turned toward her and pointed and said: "You fucking--".

Alexandra leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. She gave him a closer, playfully curious look, then spoke loudly enough for the whole room to hear.

"Nice little bulge, Wade," she said, smirking.

Wade tried to answer, but the guards tightened their grip and hauled him toward the elevator. They shoved him through the doors, carried him outside, and dumped him on the sidewalk like a sack of laundry.

"You will fucking regret this," he said, standing up and brushing dirt from his clothes.

Wade got into his car, gripped the steering wheel, and started shouting.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"