The cuffs felt heavy and solid on his wrists. Real handcuffs bruised and Charlie had to plan ahead, wear long sleeves for days, but he loved the weight, the cold actuality of them. He loved the way Colby put them on him, taking one hand, then the other, the bracelets just tight enough. Most of the time Colby put them on in front and Charlie lay on his back, arching under Colby's fingertips, but sometimes, and Charlie loved this the best, Colby put them on behind his back and bent him over a table, one heavy hand holding him down.