Orchestral manoevers

My first instruction was to remove my top. I did so and was then told to face the window. I know he was looking at my physique as he made a comment about my posture. Gentle pokes and prods whilst small talk was made he was sizing me up and apprasing my flexibility.

Then he laid me down on the table, all 6"2 of him, burly and stout, and with gentle precision he placed his hands on me and gently eased me into position - to become his rag doll, and to be toyed with at leisure.

I sensed it was coming - but I did not know the song we'd be singing. A large hand pressed onto my spine and as I was rolled over I knew resistance was futile,

A moment of pressure and then my whole being was crushed with such an instant crescendo that the staccato snaps of my spine cued me to start the choir,

"Aaaaaaarghh!" I exasperated, "Fuck me!"

A pause and as he rolled me over

"Not tonight."

The orchestra was just warming up,

"Aaargh, oh my God!"

As the the weight bared down on me. His rebuke was instant and practised,

"God is not here."

He continued to cue the human percusionist who cracked and wailed along with each poweful motion.

When the music ended and lying prone and defensless I started to chuckle, remembering the words that had lured me there,

"He is such a big and gentle man"

Indeed he was.

But next time I would bring my iPod.