Adam laughed, “What kind of show were you on?”
“I’d rather not say. Come Rich, stand up and put your arms out in front of you.” Graham commanded. Richard stood, and almost shyly stuck his hands out. Graham slid the jacket on like a pro, but Dean could see a blush creeping up on his neck as he laced the straps between Richard’s legs. Once Richard was all strapped in, Graham led him to a simple wooden chair.
“You can sit here, mate.” he said, and Richard did, still managing to look majestic, even though his arms were strapped in a tight cross across his chest in the black leather straightjacket. Graham cut two pieces of rope and secured Rich’s ankles to the legs of the chair, and then he grabbed a black scarf and tied it tightly across Richard’s mouth.
“Why doesn't he get the Duct tape?” Martin asked, and Aidan mmpphhed in agreement.