

Joey’s the kind of stud a director keeps on speed dial when he needs a guy who can actually act, not just get hard. He’s the “actor’s actor” of his generation—think Robert Bullock types from the eighties. Cast him as an accountant, a bank manager, even some high-and-mighty prince in velvet tights, and he’ll hit every mark, remember every line, and still paint the set white. Lincoln worked him like a reliable cock on camera, and every scene Joey turns in is straight-up memorable: lines crisp, balls drained, no apologies.

Joey’s the kind of stud a director keeps on speed dial when he needs a guy who can actually act, not just get hard. He’s the “actor’s actor” of his generation—think Robert Bullock types from the eighties. Cast him as an accountant, a bank manager, even some high-and-mighty prince in velvet tights, and he’ll hit every mark, remember every line, and still paint the set white. Lincoln worked him like a reliable cock on camera, and every scene Joey turns in is straight-up memorable: lines crisp, balls drained, no apologies.