Just a vest

Brandon looked down at his piss stained little penis as he moved his covers. It wasnt even hard like it was most mornings just sitting there lifelessly perched on his meager tesicles. He looked around and considered his options. His bedding was ruined and he knew he couldnt put anything on yet, the new rules forbid him from dressing himself and besides he would have to clean up first, they would be pretty mad if he ruined clean clothes AND dressed himself. What a grim way to begin his day.

His thoughts were stopped by the sound of footsteps heading towards him and a hand on the handle of his door. Quickly he pulled the covers back over himself, protecting his greatest shame. He had time to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep just before his door opened...