There once was a sub, obedient and neat,
Who polished her shoes and massaged her feet.
He folded her laundry, he vacuumed the halls,
And once every morning, he fondled his balls.

Not for the fun, not for the thrill,
Not ‘cause he had time or was Netflix-and-chill.
But because Madam said, with a clinical tone,
“Your nuts are important. Check them alone.”

So he’d reach on down, not a hint of a smirk,
And do his assigned little testicle work.
He’d cup and roll, he’d press and prod,
While whispering softly, “Thank you, my God.(ess)”

He looked for lumps, for bumps, for pain,
For anything weird he couldn’t explain.
And every month, he’d fill out a chart,
“Left one is fine, right one’s a smart!”

Madam would check it, nod with a smirk,
“A sub who inspects is a sub who can work.”
And sometimes, as bonus, she’d let him peek
At a boob if his notes were thorough that week.

So listen up, boys, with your dicks in a cage,
Your health isn’t something to lock up with age.
If you love to submit, if you’re proud to obey,
Grab those balls gently… once every day!

The submissive model in the image is eleven. View more of him here.