More exploration

Chris arrived back at Tyler's a few hours later, he walked back in by the back door, a black hold all full of his clothing, as he walked through the hallway he spied the door to the basement, dropping the bag at the foot of the stairs he pulled the door open to reveal a sharp staircase. It was brick clad on both sides, he flicked the light on, the staircase led down to three rooms, a large open one at the foot of the stairs, with a mirrored wall, along its width, there was a table and chairs set up opposite each other. One had fixings to the floor and fixing points in front of it on the table, just like an interrogation room. Off that was two doors, one led into another one room which had bars all down one side, the bars were further divided by concrete walls, diving the space into two police cells, each with a fold down bed and water resistant mattress, at the end was another cell with a proper prison door, heavy with a flap opening.

Chris explored each room, feeling his hardening cock through his trackies, he went back to the first room, and slid open the mirrored wardrobe, inside were various prison uniforms, for both guards and prisoners. Neatly arranged, guards hanging neatly pressed on the right, prisoners overalls folded on the left in neat piles on shelves. Switching to the other door, he slid it open to find restraints again neatly ordered, in boxes and hanging from hooks depending on the restraint. Some more straight jackets also hung from a small rail. "Fuck there's enough gear in here to keep a whole army prisoner" he said out loud.