In heaven and hell at the same time, he struggled and struggled, and struggled, rolling around helplessly encased in the awesome super-max leather straitjacket.

It was over 24 hours before they reluctantly unstrapped him and he fell exhausted to the floor!

"I'll give it another go tomorrow!" he gasped. "It won't beat me!" he added, already missing not being in its unrelenting embrace.

Locked up in Northfield Maximum Security Facility, Zac and Stefan gave up 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. Being compliant and passive had got the two young men nowhere. Northfield rules specified they were to be kept bound in straitjackets and locked securely in padded cells. They tried a different approach. They became defiant, aggressive and dangerous, which proved a big mistake. Their violent attitude upgraded their security status and was met with the highly-trained guards applying maximum restraint. Zac and Stefan slowly began to forget their other lives. Inescapably trussed up and cared for by young guys wearing the heavy, glossy PVC that used to be their own signature gear, Zac and Stefan regretted ever suggesting they should do research at Northfield as true insiders.

Any defiance was coldly dealt with by the young guards

Zac was fitted with a leather muzzle

The young guards worked on Stefan with cold efficiency

Stefan was silenced, too.

Although resistance was futile, Zac kept up his defiance.

If their arms were not held tightly folded around the bodies by the sleeves of their straitjackets, Zac and Stefan were strapped down to beds

At Northfield there's a basic straitjacket waiting for every inmate

Every straitjacket inescapable

Whether a blindfold will calm you down, boy!

Zac was bedded down for the night in a full length body bag

As if Stefan's straitjacket was not enough, the guards wrapped him in an oilskin sheet for good measure!