The Boys in Blue Socks
There once was a group of submissive lads,
Who stripped off their clothes like very good cads.
They posed for the Dommes, obedient and proud,
In nothing but socks that were blue and quite loud.
They smiled and blushed with their bits on display,
Each one just hoping she’d look his way.
Some knelt on rugs, some stood like a toy,
All trying to be her most photogenic boy.
“Just blue socks,” they said, “what harm could it be?”
Then found their pics on the web for all to see.
Their cheeks turned red—both top and below—
As strangers all clicked on their nude slideshow.
One guy’s neighbor said, “Hey, that’s your cock!”
Another heard laughter at work, and down the block.
Their DMs exploded with praise and delight,
While they whimpered softly alone late at night.
But the Dommes were pleased, and that’s what counts,
Their humiliation paid off in views and amounts.
So let this be a lesson to every socked fool,
When the Dommes say “pose,” you follow the rule.
And if your balls end up online in the breeze,
At least they were blue, and designed to please.
As usual, great poetry levi.