This is a work of fiction. Everyone in the story is 18 years of age or older.

I'm less than two hours south of San Francisco before I finally pull over in garlic country to put gas in my car and take a piss. There was someone in the bathroom, so I have to lean over and piss on a wall that's under a light and in full view of a security camera. The entire trip was fucked from the start, with a fire on the Grapevine, a few car accidents, and my unreliable car which is barely able to maintain the speed limit.

When I go into the station's indoor area, I buy some water and get directions to the closest hotel. The clerk mentions that he has everything on tape, to which I said "uh-huh" while thinking about every time I've been filmed during sex.

"Is it a medical condition?" He asks while I was thinking.

"What?" I said.

"When your dick is that small?" He says, trying not to laugh. I don't answer, I just walk out the front door and drive across the street to a motel because I am too tired to keep driving.

The hotel clerk is texting furiously on his phone when I arrive and I have to ring the bell even though we are three feet apart. He tells me the rate, takes my credit card, and just when I'm about to leave he shows me his phone.

"This you?" He asks with a snort.

It's the security camera footage from the gas station. You can see my cock, the waistband of my bright blue jockstrap, and even a slight stream of hot piss hitting the wall.

"Nope, never seen that guy before." I said before turning on a dime and going outside and up to my room. The parking lot is a ghost town, so I figure its going to be a quiet night but I was wrong.

I don't realize this until about 20 minutes later, when I get a call to my room and I have to jump out of the shower to get the phone. It's the hotel clerk.

"Sir, could you come to the lobby? Theres a man down here who wants to speak with you."

"Who is it?" I ask. I don't know anyone except the...

"... He works down and across the street at the gas station." Says the clerk.

A moment later, I'm in my shorts and tshirt (no time for anything else) still slighlty wet, getting off the elevator into the lobby.

Both clerks are on the wrong side of the desk, watching something on their phones and they are both laughing as I walk up.

"Hey, is something wrong?" I ask. I finally take stock of the gas station clerk, a tall and thin guy who is wearing even larger clothes that don't seem to fit. The hotel clerk is short and even thinner than the other guy. He's South Asian, but I couldn't be more specific than that.

"Yeah, um dude," says the taller guy. "My followers all want to know if this," he says while turning his phone to show me my own dick, "...if its also this small when you're hard?"

I swallow hard.

"Hold on!" He says to his phone before handing it to the hotel clerk and crossing the room to grab one of my wrists. "...OK," he continues, "Big, I mean, probably not big reveal time!"

He yanks down hard, exposing me to his livestream audience, my cock barely flops out still very cold and wet from my shower. I smell alcohol on his breath.

"Oh shit. It's a fucking CLIT!" He laughs so hard that he starts to cough. The hotel clerk turns the livestream on himself and starts to yell, "clit!, clit!, clit!...," into the camera.

The entire time I'm twisting a bit to get out of his grasp, but the guy is able to hold onto me with just one hand. Even when I did break free for a moment, he grabs me again and each time he hold on even tighter. It's only been a few seconds but my shorts are wrapped around one of my shoes and I feel the first yank on my arm as the taller guy pulls me towards one of the filthy motel lounge couches.

"Hold on, stop, fucking let go." I whimpered.

"Nononono." He stutters. He flicks the head of my cock. " Not until you show us your PUSSY!"

He forces me down with both of his hands. I'm facing away from the camera but I hear the hotel clerk approach my exposed ass, moving the camera around the area where a woman's pussy would be.

"Let's see," I hear the taller guy say before probing around my gentials and asshole with his fingers, flicking and pushing, pinching and slapping."

I take a deep breath. "S-S-Stop." I finally say. I try to kick off and twist but this time he slaps me on the back of the neck and I feel him lock me up in a semi-choke hold.

"Ohmygod, fuck. Look at this." Says the hotel clerk. My face is buried in a cushion but I can still hear everything theyre saying.

"You have to do it," says the gas station attendant and a moment later I feel a warm stream of piss spashing against my hole, which the cameraman and his friend laughed hysterically.

When the stream of piss diminished, the guy holding me relaxed a bit and I squirmed as hard as I could, scraping my exposed skin pretty badly against the sofa cushions in the process. A minute later I was actually able to break free a bit but only got away to the other side of the sofa, breathing hard.

Both of my attackers were looking at the phone again, reading a stream of comments and only barely looking in my direction. The South Asian guy had his pants off, and was playing gently with his semi-hard cock. It wasn't big, but it was thick around the center in way I hadn't seen before. The taller guy is mixed race, and his dick is also being carefully teased from beneath his long basketball shorts.

"Come here."

I hesitate.

Visibly annoyed, the tall guy hops over to where I am, and pulls me this time with both arms. I push off but he's gripping my hard again and three seconds later my head hits the ground. My ear is immediately wet with the piss that just drained down my taint.

The camera is in my face.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." Another order, and this time I don't hesitiate. A heavy stream of piss is pumped onto my face, cheeks, mouth, and tongue.

I gasped as he lowered his cock closer to my face, maintaining a stready blast of beer-smelling piss for over a minute.

"Oh shit, you wasted way to much. You need to clean this up." I was confused and tried to lick the drops coming off the tip of his cock but he slapped me and my head moved back to the floor.

"The shit on the floor!" He said. "Use that tongue and clean it up." When I pressed my tongue to the floor, terrified, and looked up at these two stranger, I couldn't imagine then laughing at me like they had only a few minutes ago. Both of their expressions had hardened a bit, both of their cocks were out and twitching, and the phone had also been put aside on a nearby end table.

"Did you see that? She tried to blow me."

A drop of piss landed on my face. A semi-hard cock went full mast displaying a massive head that wouldn't fit in anyone I knew but especially not my tight hole.

"She wants it."

I finally spoke, "no please don't, I'm too tight, PLEASE, no," I begged.

"It's ok. Relax." Said the tall guy, patting my head. "Rex lost the toss. He is going in your asshole and I..." He paused. "I am fucking you in your pussy."

"But... I'm, I don' t have a pussy." I said.

"Oh FUCK!" was tall boy's reply, it was so loud it startled me.

"Don't worry." He finally smiled. "You will."

END OF PART ONE