Cal bent Loker over his desk, his raging love machine glinting in the light.
"This will teach you to come into my office without permission, you young scallywag!" He told him.
Loker's pants were roughly pulled down, and Cal slipped his fist into his protégé's bumhole. Then drilled Loker's love cave with his man sword with a forcefulness that bought tears into Loker's eyes.
Tears of joy, that is.
Loker had got into trouble on purpose.
Naughty Loker.