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If you are not a fag, you'll just ignore your roomie napping like this. But well, you see his socked feet and started to imagine giving it a massage and then thinking further as you wish your head getting squeezed by his thick quads, and like the good faggot you are, your little dicklet that steered all your behavior everytime you are around him make you kneel and start doing your job

Locked up innocent in Northfield, Zac and Stefan were constantly explaining that they were just two students doing research for a university project. The guards, constant in their shiny PVC uniforms, remained cold, unresponsive. They had heard it all before. Not one Northfield inmate ever seemed to think he deserved to be there. According to Northfield rules, the highly-trained young guards looked after the good-looking young students day and night, feeding them, cleaning them, caring for them, but also making sure the boys were always bound up inescapably in straitjackets, securely locked up in padded cells and ensuring they were neither a danger to themselves nor the rest of the world.

Stefan curbed his instinct to resist the guards, letting them tighten his straitjacket.

He went along with their daily routine

Zac fought back the humiliation. The trained guards were just doing their jobs, and he had to eat!

Apart from the hygiene checks the straitjackets were never removed.

The guards constantly checked the straps, checked the buckles, eliminated any hope of escape

Out in the rain, their PVC restraints were tight and secure.

And after the rain, they dried their young prisoners off

They swilled piss and sweat out of the cells

.... and sanitised the padding

Under their efficient supervision, no prisoner had a hope of escape

Zac and Stefan seldom had the chance to communicate, but they had decided that compliance was the best tactic. Maybe if they went along with everything expected of them, they would eventually be listened to? Maybe then they could go back to their cabin in the woods, swap their straitjackets for their awesome PVC hoodies and sleep on a soft mattress rather than a filthy padded floor.

But Northfield wasn't finished with the two boys.

Zac and Stefan are getting more than they expected, experiencing Northfield to the full. The guards, - cold, efficient and unfeeling, - constant in their PVC uniforms, attend to the hot young men day and night.

The two young boyfriends are kept apart, locked in separate padded cells, only getting together during their hygiene breaks or if meeting each other in the exercise yard. No chance of a loving hug or consolatory words as they are constantly supervised by the guards and kept strapped in straitjackets day and night.

Both Zac and Stefan had their own isolation cell in the depressing institution

Padded cells to keep them from hurting themselves as they fought to escape their straitjackets.

The hygiene breaks were a respite, but always closely supervised.

But their freedom was short-lived. Their straitjackets were always in the background waiting for them

Straitjackets and other restraints meticulously maintained and sanitised by the young guards

Physically primed professionals schooled in restraint techniques and prisoner containment .......

........ who could quickly overpower and restrain the strongest and most defiant young inmates, binding them expertly in tightly strapped straitjackets

Zac and Stefan needed a university summer project for their psychology degree. "Why not do a thesis on Northfield Maximum Security Institution? Good subject - lotta potential" said their professor.

"Not sure about that!" said Stefan. "Heard real bad rumours about that place!"

"How're we gonna get in there?" asked Zac, "unless Stefan acts crazy!" he added, smirking at his boyfriend.

"I've got my contacts," the professor said. "Wanna give it a try?"

"Not so sure about that," said Stefan. "Maybe the rumours are true!"

They heard no more and had forgotten the idea. Until one late evening there was a very demanding knock on the door.......

The Northfield guards forced their way in

... and expertly secured them for transport

They were led down the corridor, nosy neighbours watching

"This feels like the real thing!" Stefan joked. "Awesome!" he said. It would be the last time he would joke for a long time!

They were processed

They were expertly straitjacketed

Strapped brutally into straitjackets of heavy, indestructible PVC

...... and led to their cells