Doctor Alan Statham looked up when there was a knock on his door. Boyce entered, swinging the door closed behind him.
"Ahhh Mr Boyce, it is.. errr… customary to… err.. wait for permission before entering.."
"What? I need permission to ENTER???" Boyce's tone was laden with innuendo.
"Errr… Mr Boyce… I asked you to my office because this," Dr Statham waved his hands vaguely in Boyce's direction, "all of this.. thing… you've got to stop it. People will… errr… begin to notice. I can't have you continually disrupting my lessons… like, like that… all those things you keep saying… it's got to stop."
Boyce perched on the edge of Statham's desk, leaning over to look directly into the Consultants' eyes.
"Now then Alan…" He began.
"Err… that's Doctor Statham," he was corrected.
"Alan," Boyce continued leaning in even closer, "Don't you realise? It doesn't matter WHAT I say, I could describe in detail how I bent you over this very desk, I could tell them ALL how you begged me to come inside you… I can say ANYTHING, no one is gonna believe me."
Boyce slid from the desk to stand in front of Alan, leaning forward to rest his hands on the Radiologists thighs. "They all just think I'm a big joker."
"You're a very bad man Mr Boyce." Alan's voice trembled slightly as Boyce's hands crept slowly up his legs.
"I know," Boyce replied as he sank to his knees, "that's why you like me!"
With a quick motion Boyce had Alan's trousers unfastened.
"Let's just see HOW bad I can be," Boyce suggested.
Alan's reply died on his lips to be replaced by a soft whimper as he felt Boyce take him into his mouth.