Silliness ahoy! Sorry, didn't quite get it to the porny end of the scale, but have hopefully made up or the fact by including both artificial feet and handcuffs ;)


The heavy velvet curtains reflected the flicker of candlelight that was the only source of light, and threw deep shadows across the room. A few feet from the edge of a heavy four poster bed stood a sturdy metal pole, more at home in a strip-club than a bedroom. A tall figure stood leaning against it, foot chained to it by handcuffs. It kept him just out of reach of the figure on the bed, who was grinning broadly, and just a little smugly as he took in the sight before him.

Tim let his hand wander down his own body, conscious of the fact that he was putting on a show (although somewhat different from what he usually did), and moved about slightly so that the light fell on the right bits. The deep blue dressing-gown bunched under him, where it was spread out. He'd teach him how wrong he had been to call him tease before; he had seen nothing yet. Nothing yet...

Adam coughed.

"You know this isn't really going to stop me going anywhere? I can just.. take it off."

He shook his foot lightly, making the handcuffs rattle against the pole. The grin on the bed quickly turned from smug to sheepish embarrassment.

"Oh. Sorry, I thought I'd gotten the other one."

Adam had pounced before he'd even finished the sentence. (The handcuffs did come in handy later.)