The Wall – JOI For The Boy Who Knows

I’ve seen one or two JOI videos and I just laughed my head off. They seemed so cheesy. BUT… I jokingly said one day I owed a guy some JOI and he called me on it – doh! I told him I’d write him one if he could produce the goods in picture form… with Gothic styling… and he was up for the challenge. Haha! I just couldn’t wuss out. So, here is my first JOI with a touch of Romantic Agony…lol. (The dude had two weeks to deliver, and I must say he produced spectacular results using ruins of an old Abbey for Gothic impact.)

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The Wall

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Print this out… and put blue tack on the back…

Lower the light, you will need to serve in the shadows so the angels don’t see you.

I don’t want you comfortable… This is not for your enjoyment, but mine…

Stand up.

Face the wall.

Stick this paper on at your eye level.

Lean on the wall with your jerk off hand…

Yes, that’s right… you are not going pro today. I want you to agonise over your failure to train your weak hand. If you were a smart boy you’d know I expect my subs to be balanced wankers.

Pull your pants down to just under your ass. Pull your cock out and let it hang.

I am the one who commands your cock to get hard… You hear me boy? Your cock belongs to me – it is only through my grace that your cock can reach its full potential. Getting hard without my approval will never give you the heights you seek. So down, boy… I want your cock completely flaccid – no fatness, no stretch, no heat… limp and soft like a giant grub. Breathe it out until I get what I want. Do not read on until you have obeyed me.

Now… a man with a soft cock is ready to serve. Spread you legs as wide as your pants will allow. Shuffle back so you have to sway forward to still lean your jerk off hand on the wall… I want your cock to hang down for me.

Now, if you were a good boy I’d get down on my hands and knees… I’d slink to kneel between your legs in front of you. Opening my mouth, I’d push out my tongue and collect your soft cock, gently sucking your head into my mouth. You’d feel the moan in my mouth as your cock grows bigger until it pushes against the back of my throat… and you’d feel the gulp as I drink your pre-cum… But you aren’t a good boy…

You’re a very bad boy… Bad boys don’t get my blessing… or my mercy…

See your soft, pathetic grub dangling between your legs…? Slap it. Go on, you heard me.

Slap it again.

Harder.

Do it harder.

Whisper, “Yes, Miss Racy,” and slap it even harder…

You better have pre-cum dripping from your little worm…I want you to fill a tequila glass. Yes, pre-cum pleases me… I love the feel of it dripping onto my tongue and over my lips… then to kiss you so we can taste your horny juice together… Do not touch yourself with you weak hand… your pre-cum must drip for me without beguile. Think of my hot, wet pussy hugging your cock if you have to… but no handsies to diddle with it.

Now pick up some of your sticky juice onto your finger… and brush it onto your lips. You fool… this is not to humiliate you, but to entice me. You want me horny for you, don’t you? You want me to lick your lips clean? Then baste them with your juices and make me lust after you…

See, don’t you feel like a pretty boy with your lipstick on? I think so… But pretty boys aren’t good boys, and you have a long way to go before you are in my good graces.

Now, get hard for me. Ut, ut… don’t take your cock in your hand… Think!

Think of my hot, wet pussy dripping for you.

Think of you sliding into me.

Think of me trying not to want it so bad but pushing back onto you….

And if you are not hard in two seconds from thinking, you slap your cock to wake it up.

Collect your saliva in your mouth, a big load and as you do, open your weak hand and put it on your scrunched pants over your hip. Rub, rub your hand to build up friction… heat. When your hand is burning, quickly spit your saliva into it and grab your cock tight. Feel the warmth hugging you. No, naughty boy, do not pump your hand! My command is not that easy… You fuck your hand instead…

That’s right, hold your hand still and pump your cock into it. Use the wall for support if you must, but no way in hell will you cum for me like a slacker. You have to work for it. Thrust your hips forward, clench your ass to reach deeper into your hand… Pull back and do it again… If you don’t have sweat streaming from your armpits after this fuck, if your breath isn’t heavy, your heart not pounding or your muscles aching… you have failed me.

So hold your damn hand still and fuck into it with your whole body… push towards the wall and into the shadows, thrusting harder and harder…

Be beautifully violent for me, wrecking your self-control, destroying your inhibitions… thrusting your hips wildly into your palm. Unleash your frustration, baby, and be free… of your soul.

I want you exhausted, broken on your own steam, yet deeply content when you are finished… knowing that everything you are, everything you will be, you have given up to me.

So, ravage yourself for me over and over… Devastate your pride… There is no tomorrow, only Miss Racy.

Pillage your cock until you give the wall a new paint job, and plunder any doubt that you are mine.

When you are done and the wall is dripping with your seed….

Fall to your knees, and whisper, “Thank you, Miss Racy,” you ungrateful slut.

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