What is it about str8crushfeet that makes Asian guys love it?

"Mark" is a guy born in the US to Asian parents; I suppose when he saw Naruki acting as a slave, he felt an urge to travel—and well, he did it. That’s how you should be in life: if you want something, go get it!

Even though Naruki was Japanese and Mark is Chinese, maybe it’s time to start a collection of Asian slaves :)

For Mark, it was a dream come true; a submissive and devoted guy who was broken by our Chilean masters and reduced to a pathetic, sweaty-foot-licking bitch.

He had the damn good luck to taste Joeng’s tasty, beautiful feet; Steve’s chubby, strong feet; Owen’s long, curved, aggressive feet; Tadashi’s alluring, soft-as-cotton feet; and Carson’s masculine, hairy feet—slightly unkempt from wearing sneakers without socks. Are you envious? What’s stopping you from being the next one to hop on a plane and become our bitch?

Sometimes, a simple foot-sucking session isn't enough.

It’s true: hanging out with a friend to smoke while getting your feet sucked after a long day is undeniably gratifying.

But sometimes it’s not just about the pleasant sensation; sometimes it’s about humiliation. What could be more humiliating than stripping a male friend naked to use his man’s ass like a shoe? Every new shoe needs breaking in; this is a "Level 1" session (focusing on the toes). If this pilot run gets support, Fabri’s anus will gradually transform into a shoe—accommodating all the toes until the foot itself seems to disappear inside!

It’s up to you to turn this footfag into a shoe for delicious straight-guy feet.

THIS VERSION DOES NOT CONTAIN PISS AND SPIT.

Carson had a bad day and wants to unwind by playing video games.

Your job as a gay man is always to make your straight friend comfortable and happy, with clean feet after cleaning and licking the sweat off them.

With a fresh ass after he've sat on your face.

With empty balls after you've sucked and masturbated his penis while he's distracted by his favorite video game.

Carson is incredible. His dick is so big and he always cum tons of milk. Plus, the taste of his smelly feet is delicious. It doesn't matter if he's rough and cruel; as a gay man, I'm willing to endure anything to make him happy.

Carson and David live together, but they aren't brothers. Their parents got married and ended up living together, but they travel from country to country and never take them along. Normally, this isn't a problem; they get along well, play video games, and eat junk food. For them, vacations are synonymous with debauchery. However, a strange incident with the TV will change the way they see each other. Unable to resist their newfound urges, how will each react when the other's feet awaken wild desires?

This clip confirms that Carson has one of the best penises for receiving footjobs, as well as his ejaculation—top 1 ejaculations in footjobs.

After recruiting Owen, we gave him an overview of the different kinds of content we produce. As soon as we mentioned our tickling series, he surprised us with a request we had never heard before. Instead of a standard audition, he wanted to combine his tickling session with edging.

In more than a decade of producing fetish content, we had never met a model who voluntarily asked to be tickled (let alone someone who specifically wanted to mix tickling, edging, and even a little post-cum). According to Owen, the very idea was an incredible turn-on, and he was genuinely excited to explore it.

Our plans immediately changed. We had only prepared for a conventional audition, but there was no way we were going to let an opportunity like this slip away. We called Carson, who had helped us with previous tickling shoots, and asked him to handle both the tickling and the handjob.

At first, we weren't completely convinced. We wondered if Owen was simply trying to impress us or make himself stand out as a model. It didn't take long to realize we were completely wrong.

The moment the feathers and brushes appeared, his reaction gave him away. Before the tickling had even properly begun, he was already visibly hard from pure anticipation. It was obvious that this wasn't a performance; his boner was completely genuine.

As the session continued, Owen admitted that the sensation was everything he had imagined: intensely torturous, yet incredibly pleasurable at the same time. His uncontrollable laughter blended with unmistakable sounds of arousal, creating a combination that perfectly captured the unique connection between tickling and sexual excitement.

For those who enjoy being the ticklee, Owen's reactions will likely feel especially relatable. His excitement it's the genuine response of a young man realizing just how powerfully tickling turns him on. Seeing him embrace that discovery is what makes this session so unique.

By the end of the shoot, Owen told us that he had realized he truly had a tickling fetish and that this experience had helped him fully embrace it. Before leaving, he asked us to call him back for another session because he had enjoyed the experience so much and couldn't wait to do it again.

Recruit number 3 is here, and the one we found on the streets is none other than a slim, angelic-faced young man named Alexander (Owen, so we don't confuse him with the other Alexander, you know, the fighter).

Owen was literally smoking outside his house. When I saw him from afar, I found it strange that a guy would be swinging on a swing while smoking, but his energy, even from a distance, seemed peaceful. I approached him, but he was wearing headphones. I signaled to him, he took them off, and I asked if I could interview him about sexuality, to which he agreed.

He's 19, and he's gay (Yes, yes, I know this is supposed to be about recruiting straight guys, but I had no way of knowing he wasn't). Besides, if you ask me, fewer and fewer clients are absolutely interested in the guy being straight. If you're one of them, I respect you and love you very much, but maybe Owen isn't for you, and maybe you'll find your perfect straight guy in the next recruitment drive. But Owen is much cuter than many of the guys already on the roster. He's tall and slim, and these types of guys usually have big, very attractive feet (I wasn't wrong).

In the interview, I asked him several questions and managed to find out that he likes rough sex, even though he hasn't had that many sexual experiences. When I asked him what he knew about foot fetishes, he said he once tried to sell photos but had no luck (because he tried to sell photos of feet without faces, a typical mistake for someone who isn't into foot fetishes). But apparently, he didn't know anything else; he thought fetishists only liked photos. When I explained that we love to smell and suck feet, his mind was a little blown, although I noticed a lot of curiosity in his beautiful eyes. I started talking a little dirty to him, and he liked it. I had him with me.

We went to the apartment, and I noticed Owen was very comfortable. He was very talkative; in fact, at one point, he started interviewing me, and his curiosity was amazing. When I took off his shoes, a strong scent of sweat, a strong pine smell, hit my face. I'd smelled this kind of sweat before, but very rarely. It's like the smell of forest soil, but with a lot of pine undertones. I know that foot fetishists who like the smell of feet usually love the smells of cheese, corn chips, and vinegar, which are the most common (personally, I don't like vinegar), but this smell was quite unique and incredibly arousing. His feet were very sweaty, very, very sweaty, and I loved every second of it. My experiences with gay guys' feet are usually very clean (passive guys tend to shower before sex and prepare themselves super well for the occasion, so they always smell freshly showered). Owen isn't passive; in fact, he's versatile, but I'm glad I found him on a random day to experience his real scent. When I took off his socks, it was another surprise. His feet were beautiful, long and slender, and his tops... I think his Owen's insteps are the most beautiful insteps I've ever seen. I love the shape of his toes, how they look from both the top and bottom. I think Owen is simply perfect, and the cherry on top was that he wasn't shy at all. Unlike Luke and Aiden, who had a fairly simple street feet session, Owen showed he likes things rough when he literally shoved his entire foot in my mouth. The fact that it was thin made it easier, but he literally fucked my mouth. And when I looked at his cute face, he was biting his lip. Owen decided to take off his clothes and stay in just his underwear to make it more interesting.

After several minutes at his feet, I tell him that he has passed the admission test, but I extend an invitation for him to return the next day and meet more of the boys on the team. Owen says he'll be delighted to come back. That day he is greeted by Carson, Steve, and Luke. Eric will be his slave for the day. I was impressed that Owen, despite being new, stood out among the boys. I think we have found a new promise with a pretty face and perfect, long, and slender feet.

Dear Diary...

A 30-year-old guy, single, sadly just getting quick flings and empty encounters, decided that wasn't enough anymore. After that weird relationship that started as sugar dating and ended with real feelings... and obviously ended because of a woman (classic of a gay without selfs love), I realized I don't want to keep pretending I'm in control anymore.

This series is going to be the true record of my descent. I'm going to document how I went from being the director of Str8CrushFeet to becoming the lowest piece of trash that handsome straight men can use however they want. I'm not going to decide what they do to me. I'm going to hand over control. I'm going to let them choose how far they break me, how far they defile me, and how far they degrade me.
Let them rub their sweaty, smelly feet in my face after a long day. Let them make me to smell them and lick their dirty soles while they laugh at how low I've sunk. Let them sit on top of me until I can't breathe, let them crush me with their asses while they talk amongst themselves as if I weren't even there. Let them spit in my mouth, use me as a spittoon and a urinal, urinate on me whenever they feel like it and leave me smelling of their piss. Let them bury my face in their sweaty armpits and make me to smell and lick until I'm imprinted with their scent. just for their fun

There's something dark inside me that needs to give away every last decision. That needs a straight man to look at me and see only an available hole, a rag to use and throw away. I'm terrified by how much the idea of ??having no say in anything excites me. Of being pushed beyond what I thought I could bear. Of being turned into something I don't even recognize. This series isn't going to be about what I want them to do to me. It's going to be about what they decide to do to me... and how I'll end up after they're done.

If you're like me, a gay man who only gets occasional sexual relief and secretly fantasizes about surrendering completely to men who will never see you as an equal... just a toy join me as I become the lowest submissive whore my mind could ever imagine.

Yes, in this series I want to revive the old humiliation clips. While sadly we no longer have Foxxy or Draven, who were great submissives from that era, I love and miss them wherever they are. I've decided that for this series I won't get a gay guy, or a generic almost-gay guy, for the humiliation, because the truth is some don't even like feet, or being humiliated, or being submissive. Some really just want to be part of content creation but don't have a genuine interest in being destroyed or worshipping men's feet beyond what they can earn from foot fetish clips. They stay in the world of feet because they can't find their own essence and their own tastes. For me, that no longer makes sense. I really want this series to be a window into my thoughts, from me to you, on my downward spiral into degradation.

P.S.: I know I initially fought a bit for my dignity, but I think it was the part of my ego I needed to let die. After this clip, I don't think I'll ever be the same.

Luke and Carson are playing makeshift basketball among the furniture. Carson, 19, with brown hair and an angelic face—a boyish charm that hides twisted desires—jumps and sweats in his black T-shirt. Luke, 18, with curly hair and a tender, innocent face, tries to keep up. They've been playing for hours. The smell of hot boy's feet is starting to become noticeable whenever they get close.Suddenly, Luke slips.CRASHThe vase containing Carson's grandmother's ashes shatters, and gray dust scatters across the living room. Luke goes white. His voice trembles:

"Carson... help me. We blamed the cat. I... I'll do anything you want. Anything. Please."

Carson remains still. A slow, mischievous, almost wicked smile lights up his face. For weeks (maybe months) he's been driven by a curiosity he doesn't understand: he's always considered himself straight, always had a fetish for women's feet... but Luke's feet are driving him crazy. Those 18-year-old feet, soft, sweaty, with curiously beautiful toes and flat arches. The scent Luke leaves behind when he takes off his shoes after a long day is strong, warm, musky, pure adolescence. Carson smells it and his cock gets hard without permission.

"Anything?" he repeats slowly, looking at his feet. "Then... I want a footjob. With those feet of yours that have been tempting me for so long." Luke turns red to his ears. He stammers. He denies it. He begs. But Carson is relentless. And Luke... Luke always ends up giving in to his stepbrother. That strange obedience he has toward him.

Luke sits on the edge, staring at the floor. He slowly takes off his shoes. His socks are damp, clinging to his skin. As he pulls them off, the scent hits like a wave: cute boy's sweat, warm skin, a hint of both acidity and sweetness. Carson lies down in front of him, pulls down his pants, and takes out his cock. It's big. Long. Thick. Already fully erect, the head glistening with precum just from the thought.

"Come on, Luke... start," he whispers in that husky voice he's never used with him. Luke swallows. His hands tremble as he grabs his feet and pulls them toward Carson's cock. The first contact is electric. The soft, slightly damp sole of Luke touches the hot, veiny skin. Carson lets out a guttural groan that seems to come from the depths of his soul.

"Fuck... yes... like that..." Luke starts to move them. Clumsy at first. Embarrassing. His toes curl shyly around the swollen glans. The mixture of sweat from his feet and Carson's precum makes everything slippery, shiny, obscene. Carson grabs Luke's ankles and starts guiding him, fucking his feet with slow, deep strokes. The head of his cock slides between Luke's toes, then down the sole, up again...

Luke doesn't look up. His angelic face is on fire. Whispering, "This is weird... don't look... please don't look." But his feet keep moving. More confidently. Wetter. Toes open and close around the thick shaft, squeezing, rubbing the sensitive area just below the head. Carson is lost. The straight guy he always was now moans like a bull, thrusting his hips, staring as his stepbrother's feet are making him come.

Twenty minutes of erotic paradise. Close-ups of Luke's feet glistening with moisture, of Carson's cock throbbing between them, of Luke's face flushed and embarrassed as his feet betray everything he thinks he is. The smell of sweaty feet mingles with the smell of sex. The room is charged.

And then Carson explodes.

"Luke... I'm coming...!" Thick, hot, white jets shoot out and land directly on Luke's feet. Toes, soles, ankles... everything is covered in thick semen. Luke stares, paralyzed, feeling the hot load slide between his toes. His own cock is hard inside his pants, but he refuses to acknowledge it. “There... there... happy now?” he murmurs, his voice cracking.They both fall silent. Thick shame. They begin cleaning the mess from the vase with trembling hands, avoiding each other's eyes, Carson's semen still clinging to Luke's feet.

And then the curtain opens.Alex. The adoptive uncle. Thirty-something. The same one who has always tried not to think about the boys' sweaty feet. The one who has strived to maintain family respect. But today he was behind the curtains. He saw everything. Every movement. Every moan. Every spurt of semen.

His cock is out. Thick. Mature. Completely hard, dripping, swollen just from spying.

“Guys...” he says hoarsely, almost trembling with excitement. “I saw absolutely everything. The vase. The footjob. How you came on your stepbrother Carson’s feet. If you don’t want this to get back to your oldman you’re both going to give me a footjob right now. Both of you.” Luke and Carson freeze. The shame is now doubled. Tripled. Their feet (one still stained with dried semen) look at each other and then at Alex’s mature cock throbbing in front of them.Slowly, the two pairs of boys feet move closer. One timid, obedient, still trembling from the first time. The other mischievous but also ashamed. The soft, warm soles brush against Alex’s swollen head...

Carson was called into the principal’s office as punishment. To Fabri, he was just another student who needed to be put in his place. Everything pointed toward discipline... until Miss Nathaly walked in.

She didn’t argue. She didn’t negotiate. She took control. With her presence alone—those long legs, that absolute confidence—the entire dynamic shifted. What was meant to be punishment turned into something completely different. Nathaly didn’t just defend Carson... she elevated him.

And Carson embraced it instantly.

His feet—large, worn from the day, still carrying heat and a raw, undeniable presence—became the center of attention. Nathaly noticed it, encouraged it, and let Carson take control of the moment. There was something powerful in the way he used them, in how naturally he stepped into that role, turning what should have been humiliation into dominance.

The real shift came in how he carried himself. Minutes ago, he was the one being judged. Now, he moved freely, confidently—especially with Nathaly right there, guiding everything. Carson didn’t hesitate to get close, to feel that proximity, to exist in that space of tension and control... all while Fabri watch the situation slip further and further out of his hands.

Nathaly directed every moment with precision. Every glance, every movement, every shift in control reinforced the new hierarchy: Carson at the center, empowered and untouchable... and Fabri, no longer in charge, left to follow.

The office was no longer a place of punishment. It became a stage where power was reversed, where presence mattered more than authority... and where Carson, through confidence, control, and sheer attitude, turned the entire situation in his favor.

A scene built on tension, dominance, and shifting control—where the one meant to be punished ends up owning the moment completely.

Aiden is called into the principal's office for a brief chat about a scholarship, but things take a strange turn when the principal asks if, before securing his place at the best university in the country, he can give him a foot massage. Aiden doesn't mince words; he knows what the principal really wants and places his feet on his penis to assert his control over the situation. The principal's penis becomes rock hard, knowing that his favorite student is about to milk every last drop of his semen with his sweaty feet.

This video contains a footjob scene featuring Aiden and Carson.

Erick had just started his new job as a school nurse. His first day was turning out slow... almost too quiet. That changed the moment Carson walked in. Complaining about pain in his leg after a fall during a soccer game, Carson clearly just wanted an excuse to skip class—but Erick took his role seriously.

He began by examining the sore area, his hands firm and attentive as he pressed into the muscle, slowly easing into a deep, controlled massage. Carson relaxed quickly... but it didn’t take long for him to notice something different about Erick’s touch. Slower. More deliberate. Lingering just enough to make him wonder how far this could go.

The “check-up” continued. Erick asked him to open his shirt, his hands moving across Carson’s chest... until they found a much more sensitive reaction. His fingers brushed over Carson’s nipples, teasing them lightly, then pressing just enough to draw out a sharp response. Erick noticed immediately—how reactive they were, how easily Carson’s body gave in—and he didn’t ignore it. He played with that sensitivity, letting his fingers circle and press, turning a simple exam into something far more intimate.

From there, he moved down to Carson’s feet, working them slowly, applying pressure with purpose. Carson leaned back, letting himself sink into the table, casually checking his phone... though what he was watching began to affect him more than he expected. Erick noticed. There was a pause. A look. And then the question.

From that moment, everything shifted. Carson gave in, stretching out fully on the table as Erick took his time, massaging his entire body—his back, his legs, his torso—building a slow rhythm that blurred the line between treatment and indulgence. His hands returned again and again to Carson’s most sensitive spots, especially his chest, teasing those reactive nipples with a knowing touch that kept drawing reactions from him.

And then came the part Erick had been waiting for. Carson’s feet—still warm, slightly sweaty from the game—became the center of attention. The scent, the heat, the texture... it all added to the intensity of the moment. Erick didn’t rush. He leaned into it, fully absorbed, letting the experience build naturally as the tension reached its peak.

By the end, Carson had completely let go, the session turning into something neither of them would forget.

Safe to say... he won’t need another excuse to come back to the nurse’s office anytime soon.

Attention: This video is the no-girl version of this clip. The woman has been removed from the scenes so that gay customers who do not tolerate women can enjoy only the gay interactions, without the risk of a pussy appearing in the middle of the action. However, Afrodita does not disappear completely : she still appears in some scenes; only the sex scenes involving her have been removed from this version.

I planned a secret setup: I would use Afrodita as bait in a twisted game, granting Cody and Carson their desires, as long as they had interactions with each other. It’s always interesting to see the reactions between straight friends when they are pushed to break certain boundaries they may have never imagined crossing with each other.

If you want to see the scenes where Cody and Carson have sex with Afrodita, make sure to check out the With Afrodita version.