I been molested

I feel so dirty. It has been almost a month now and I havent been able to bring myself to write about it.
It was 12am, a friday night. My flatmates were asleep, lost in shroud of the sandman. The streets were quiet, the pavements wet from the soft drizzle of rain. I wandered down to the Internet cafe and plugged myself into its Matrix. The hours disappeared and soon I felt the tug of slumber, my eyes heavy, my back growing more and more curved like a pen left in a hot car. I hit the elevator button and waited. I heard the approach of a drunken group behind me and felt a repeated tap on my shoulder.
"Herro ... Hel ... Hellooooo." I turned to find the swaying red face of a middle age businessman, his breath laced with beer and tabaco. His thinner friend giggled behind him like a school girl while their female companion looked on with slight bemusment.
"Hello," I said before I had realised. Had I just invited a conversation?
"Where from you?"
"Australia."
"Ahhhhh ..... *insert drunken japanese rambling* Austr...*hic*...Australua". A loud ding had summoned the elevator and we staggered in. It occured to me that I was trapped, tucked against the back wall. The descent was quick and painful. Silence floated above us like a dead goldfish. I could hear their brains ticking over, clawing through the haze for other english words. Perhaps their intoxication would help me escape alive.
The door opened and they stumbled forth. I let out a quiet sign and as I shuffled past, the leader suddenly spun on his heels, defing gravity as he rocked back and forth.
"My name Yuuta. Meet you nice," he said grinning and extending his hand. Reluctantly, I took it and gave it a firm shake. He pull me towards him, quickly pulling my fingers, each of them cracking on que. The lady shook her head in the background. "Dont worry. Me doctor," he said. My adrenline kicked in, did I sense danger, could I see what was coming next?
His friend stepped up next and extended his hand. I had to take it. I had no escape. As he shook it, he swing his other arm down and around, firmly grabbing my balls and lifting them. I stood silent. Frozen in time and space. I felt as though I had been turned into a naked white plaster statue and some bizarre floor show was about to follow.
"Dont worry, " I heard his words begin, "I am ..." but he seemed to get distant. Somewhere far off I heard laughing. My mouth had fallen open and I seemed to be stammering a syllable over and over and over. Wha ... wha ... what? ... As the shock disappeared and the fog lifted, I realised that the laughing had been my attackers. They were 1/2 down the street before I snapped back to reality. The light patter of rain formed puddles on my glasses as I wandered into the night, alone and confused.