It only took a few seconds to get back onto the bench but the bloke had gone. I could still see the outlines of 2 or 3 blokes disappearing into the night but had no idea which one was the cheeky bastard was so could not pursue. I sat on the bench, my brain on overload with a million scenarios, all public shaming and ended in the loss of my job, home, family. I have no idea how long i was sat there until in a flash of realism i realised i was frozen head to foot {weather and shock i suppose}. Stood up and began the last leg of my journey to my hotel room when i got about 10 seconds notice my bladder was going to explode. Hobbled like a pensioner to get to a tree, jeans already open wide with full junk on show when i tripped and felt myself in slow motion , face rapidly approaching the path. Then nothing. Groggily awoke, bleary eyed and saw some kind of movement in outline but no detail yet. Took a good few minutes for the fog to clear and took ages to comprehend how and why i was here. Knew i was on the floor facing up but that was all. Felt like id been steamrollered. Instant reality as 3 slaps on my cheek, 2 guys standing directly above me laughing and taking pics. Tried to stop them but was unable to move , burning throat and stinging eyes. I was stark naked lying at 45 degrees in the stinking urinal trough. Almost threw up then was told i was offered on craigslist as a pervy cunt and a personal urinal to anyone. The bloke read it out to me and showed me his screen. Heard voices and lots of footsteps........