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?

First David Bareback!!!!!!!!

Let's be honest, we all have a straight friend we do this with. The question is, does he stop being straight? To be a straight guy hunter like Owen, you have to learn to respect his trust. That way, he'll open up to you, and maybe he'll end up opening up to you about much more than just his heart.

Every straight guy has the right to be curious about gay guys. Let's allow them the right to explore their sexuality. Just don't fall in love. Learn to respect your crush's freedom and trust, and he'll always fuck you. Be like Owen, have straight fuck buddies.

P.S.: Straight guys' feet taste especially good because they don't pay excessive attention to them. This doesn't necessarily mean they all smell and taste like cheese; there's a whole range, from strong to mild smells, and even different flavors, but they always taste and smell like something

Lucky: In this clip, I wanted to feature David with a beard because I find it interesting to see how the most popular twink fucks a rising twink prospect. I like to keep the four-year age gap clear because it speaks to the passage of time. David was once a little twink like Owen, and when David shaves, he's still a twink, but the beard is part of David's real-life identity, so I thought it was nice to respect it and leave it as we see the past and future fucking in a beautiful, wet, and hot waltz of penetration and withdrawal with lots of feet involved. If you love men's feet and gay sex, this is your video. In this video, we'll also witness David Martinez's first bareback!!! The fact that there was only one condom left is part of the plot.

IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS VIDEO CONTAINS BAREBACK SEX.

Nate is an intensely sexual man, the kind of guy who seems to have sex on his mind almost constantly. That side of him is only amplified by the fact that he is very generously endowed (it's like a third leg—long and thick!). Desire comes naturally to him, and it doesn't take much to get his thoughts drifting in that direction. For Nate, sex is simply an ever-present part of who he is.

For the past two days, Nate had been seeing the same woman, and that night was supposed to be the night they would finally have sex. He had spent those two days anticipating the moment, convinced that she would finally satisfy the desire that had been building inside him. But things didn't go as expected, and the night ended in bitter disappointment, leaving his burning need completely unfulfilled (and leaving him with a big, BIG boner).

And so, sometime after 4:00 a.m., Nate sought refuge at his friend Owen's apartment, carrying with him a frustration that seemed to radiate from every pore of his skin.

Owen, for his part, harbors a secret that throbs more intensely whenever Nate is near: a deep addiction to his friend's feet. Nate is completely unaware of both Owen's sexual orientation and this particular obsession, but that night, Owen's secret would finally come to light.

Under the pretext of keeping his bed spotless, Owen asked Nate to take off his sneakers. He thought he could restrain himself, limiting himself to the silent admiration that had always consumed him, but the potent scent rising from Nate's sweaty feet shattered his fragile self-control.

He couldn't stop himself from touching and massaging the arches of Nate's feet, nor could he resist the urge to bring those soles directly to his face and inhale deeply, as though he were breathing in the most precious elixir in the world.

Nate's initial reaction was surprise, but that strangeness quickly turned into a revelation. The discovery of Owen's secret came while his own body was still burning with unsatisfied desire, his erect cock throbbing between his legs with an urgent need for release.

In that state, almost any outlet seemed enough to relieve his tension, but the thought of Owen's body—specifically his anus—seared itself into his mind with unsettling clarity. He imagined it intimate, pink, tender... and the fantasy of dominating it bareback, not only with his cock but also by imposing his feet on it, became the only solution his overflowing libido could conceive.

Before the *Captured* saga received its electrifying reboot, one production had already established itself as a towering favorite among devoted fans: *Captured David*. No reimagining of the *Captured* saga would feel complete without the return of its most captivating subject. Now rechristened *Re-Captured David*, he returns for his third unforgettable session in this evolving series.

David Martinez. The very name conjures images of blond hair framing those striking, arresting eyes, paired with that unmistakable twink body: slender, youthful-looking, and utterly deserving of relentless adoration.

For this particular winter session, David's feet emerged from his sneakers glistening with perspiration, radiating a dense, musky aroma that immediately filled the room with a palpable intensity. That primal scent, combined with the slick warmth of his sweat, transformed his soles and toes into objects of pure desire—a pungent feast for the senses demanding complete surrender.

Restraint became both canvas and frame. Watching those damp, vulnerable feet secured in tight bondage, completely immobilized and presented at the mercy of three hungry worshippers, was intensely arousing in itself. His arches strained against the ropes, his toes curling helplessly, the sheen of sweat catching the light while the restrictive bonds kept him spread and accessible... the image alone is enough to make you cum.

The camera captures everything. David's face; those striking eyes, those plush lips parting in silent, helpless rapture as tongues trace salty trails along his arches. The sight creates an arousal so intense that it borders on overwhelming. His reactions are unfeigned, raw, utterly exposed. And then there is his arousal itself: that long, perfect cock swelling visibly, throbbing with every pass of a tongue across his bound soles, precum beading at the tip as his body openly betrays his pleasure despite any lingering pretense of resistance.

Owen and Fabri, my skilled accomplices, found themselves equally ensnared by the scene's magnetic pull. Their own arousal soon became impossible to conceal; at several moments throughout the session, both admitted to hovering at the very edge of orgasm. The atmosphere grew increasingly thick with mutual desire, three guys circling and worshipping their bound, blond prize.

The climax arrived as a synchronized explosion. Owen and Fabri released simultaneously, their hot cum coating David's restrained form in thick, claiming ropes, marking him as their shared conquest. But the performance demanded more. David's first release, though completely genuine, remained partially obscured by the camera angles—a technical frustration that only fueled my determination to extract every remaining drop of pleasure from his heated body.

The second orgasm is much better.

A volcanic eruption, thick and powerful. His cock pulsed violently, pumping out what seemed like an endless stream of cum—a spectacular fountain that validated every moment of teasing, every lingering touch, and every second of foot worship that had preceded it.

And then the post-orgasmic session transforms David into something exquisite. The pink head of his dick becomes hyper-responsive, almost unbearably tender. The slightest touch to his cock draws sharp intakes of breath and involuntary shudders from his body. The worship continues even as he whimpers, even as his oversensitive body tries to squirm away from pleasure that has become almost too intense to bear.

Owen, a delicious twink, gets into trouble for searching online for porn of boys being tied up. He never imagined that a comment on a viral video of a bound boy would attract someone willing to fulfill his darkest fantasies. Losing complete control while someone enjoys your bound body sounds sexy in fantasy, but what would happen if someone actually wanted to do exactly that to him? Would his cock react the way he fantasizes, or would his instincts make him fight back?

Somehow, after leaving school, after a sudden blink where he didn’t even realize what had happened, Owen found himself opening his eyes in the house of a secret, unknown admirer, completely tied up with a gag in his mouth. The situation filled him with panic for a few seconds, but then he remembered how many times he had masturbated to that video. He was just discovering that male faces and bodies were attractive to him, but there was something about being completely restrained and at the mercy of someone who wanted to use him—something about feeling like a used toy stripped of any movement—that gave him a stupid, uncontrollable erection. It was intense enough that Owen had tried to distance himself from that kind of content and bury it in his memory. It seemed too extreme in a world that teaches you life should be a fairy tale.

But reality was quite different. He was tightly bound, and standing before him was a 30-year-old man. He wasn’t handsome, but there was something in the way his eyes locked onto Owen, as if he were staring at the most perfect being in the world—almost the way someone looks at their musical idols. That was how desired Owen felt, reflected in the predatory gaze that saw him as a five-star meal. Still, his rational side screamed, “Run, for your own good—or because you might end up liking this more than you bargained for.” He began to struggle, but it was useless.

The man went straight for his feet—something Owen hadn’t expected. He had thought the man would kiss him or go for his ass, but no. The stranger pulled off Owen’s shoes. The smell of the 19-year-old’s feet filled the room. Owen tried to stay reasonably clean, showering before important places and every other day for class, but if there was one thing that embarrassed him, it was taking his shoes off in front of others. Looking at his face, no one would ever guess his feet smelled bad, yet they did, and it had always been an insecurity during friends night with female friends. With his male friends it wasn’t as bad—they all smelled strong in their own way. He never thought someone would go straight for the part of his body he hid the most.

He felt the depraved man’s nose sink between his sweaty 19-year-old toes. Owen screamed and struggled harder, trying to push the man away. His sweaty feet were being sniffed, but the man didn’t seem bothered—in fact, he was savoring the scent of early adulthood. It was like an aphrodisiac to him. Owen could feel the desire rising with each inhale, a jolt running down his spine.

“No way... he likes how my feet smell?” he thought, still struggling even as intrigue began to grow.

“I like it when you squirm,” said the man who had captured him. “I’ve waited so long for this moment. If I have to fight to keep smelling these feet, I will. You dirty boy—you never change your shoes. You stink, but the smell of your feet turns me on.”

What Owen heard sounded like a scolding from an adult at home, except for the last part: he’d been found out. He didn’t change his shoes because he only had one pair that he wore all week to school. Even right after a shower with freshly washed socks, the smell was already baked into those shoes. The thing he was most ashamed of about his own body was being enjoyed by someone else, and that made him feel strangely special.

The socks came off next. A mischievous tongue began weaving between his toes, licking up all the salty flavor. Owen burned with embarrassment and squirmed harder, but the stranger was fascinated by the taste. He took three toes into his mouth, then all five. Owen felt the hot, wet throat expand around his foot as it slid into a warm, slimy cave. The sensation was strangely pleasurable, but it grew extreme when the man took his other foot and eating the remaining toes and part of the sole inside as well—both feet now filling that mouth at once. His mind exploded. He felt the mouth stretch to accommodate his two large feet together, forming a perfect sandwich with one on top of the other. Owen was hard and couldn’t hide it.

The stranger noticed the bulge, gripped it firmly, looked Owen in the eyes, and said, “If you want to leave so badly, why is your cock begging for me like this? You little pervert, you know that?” He slipped a finger into Owen’s mouth past the gag, then unzipped his pants and yanked them down to his boxers. Owen’s cock was throbbing. Luckily for his captor, Owen didn’t own many pairs of underwear either—only five for the week, all worn out. The ones he was wearing even had a hole, which the man used to rip the boxers open and free Owen’s cock from its prison.

Instantly, the smell of a young adult’s cock filled the air. To Owen it was normal—the scent of his own genitals after jerking off (he had done it that afternoon in the school bathrooms; it was a compulsion he could barely control). At his age his balls were constantly producing cum, so he jerked off whenever the urge hit. But to his captor, that scent was pure men’s cologne. He touched Owen’s cock and played with it in his hands, noticing how much precum was already leaking. He had found a new toy: a beautiful twink with huge feet and a big dick. The man was eager to explore every new corner of Owen, even the ones the boy hadn’t yet dared to try.

Continued in the clip.

I’m pleased to announce not only the return of Captured saga, but also the return of my brain.

To avoid detracting from the video, I’ll give a summary: Depression worsened my ADHD; my focus and creativity had gone down the drain. I’ve been producing content with my brain switched off for at least a year without realizing it. Luckily, mental health care has restored my true essence. I apologize for the absence. I want to bring back the dirtiest and most extreme consensual fetish content possible, haha.

Years ago we created Captured David, a video that was iconic, viral, and I’d even venture to say one of the best-selling on the site in both the gay and straight categories. So much so that many gay men probably had at least one screenshot of David tied up, erect, legs up, in their gallery, lol. Some other videos in the “captured” category turned out just as good—Joel, Dimitri, Kent, Nate, and Steve—but over time they lost their appeal and magic until they disappeared from the store.

I really wanted to revive the series, but I wouldn’t do it without quality rope, new camera angles, fresh ideas, new gameplay and experiences, and most importantly the desire to make the series something interesting to watch for a good wank. I think the rope fetish in the “captured” style can be extreme in concept, but if you enjoy it for what it is—porn, a sexual art that seeks to stimulate your senses with fantastical scenarios mixed with real sexual experiences—it can be very exciting for our fetishistic minds. I know Eric and Fabri would be much more aesthetically pleasing captors, I’m very clear on that, but I wanted to take a chance on appearing myself because I like this type of roleplay; it’s something I usually do and enjoy. Besides, I feel the other guys wouldn’t fully enjoy the role of captor; they would get carried away by the eroticism alone, or they would be distracted by trying to look good instead of making the tied-up guy feel like a real toy at the mercy of a crazy fetishist. I like that role, which is why I try to verbalize it to really create a roleplay scenario. I have to say that Owen and I enjoyed every second of the experience. He told me he tried to make it real in his head (that’s the fun of the game, and the feeling of fear mixed with excitement made him precum a lot). I’d love to reach the level of anal play we had with Owen in this clip with other guys in this series. It’ll be difficult to achieve with some of them, but hey, you know—if the series gets support through purchases, and you prefer the guy who convinces straight men to make your fantasies a reality over the infamy of piracy, I can work miracles.

(Boo for the people who don’t put in the effort, like those pirate scum.)

If you endured my worst version and are still here as a fan, thank you

Meu Deus eles são tão curvilíneos, tão curvilíneos, tão compridos, finos e curvilíneos, tão curvilíneos, tão curvilíneos, tão compridos, finos e curvilíneos, tão curvilíneos, tão curvilíneos, tão compridos, finos e curvilíneos, tão curvilíneos, tão curvilíneos, tão compridos, finos e curvilíneos, meu pau vai explodir nas solas dos pés desta linda adolescente 18+

Depois de recrutar o Owen, demos-lhe uma visão geral dos diferentes tipos de conteúdo que produzimos. Assim que mencionámos a nossa série de cócegas, ele surpreendeu-nos com um pedido que nunca tínhamos ouvido antes. Em vez de um teste padrão, ele queria combinar a sua sessão de cócegas com edging.

Em mais de uma década produzindo conteúdo fetichista, nunca havíamos conhecido um modelo que pedisse voluntariamente para receber cócegas (quanto mais alguém que queria especificamente misturar cócegas, edging e até mesmo um pouco de post-cum). De acordo com Owen, a própria ideia era incrivelmente excitante, e ele estava genuinamente entusiasmado para explorá-la.

Nossos planos mudaram imediatamente. Tínhamos nos preparado apenas para um teste convencional, mas não havia como deixar escapar uma oportunidade dessas. Ligamos para Carson, que já havia ajudado em filmagens anteriores de cócegas, e pedimos-lhe para cuidar tanto das cócegas quanto da punheta.

No início, não estávamos completamente convencidos. Pensamos se Owen estaria simplesmente tentando impressionar-nos ou destacar-se como modelo. Não demorou muito para percebermos que estávamos completamente enganados.

No momento em que as penas e os pincéis apareceram, sua reação denunciou-o. Antes mesmo das cócegas começarem propriamente, ele já estava visivelmente duro por pura antecipação. Era óbvio que aquilo não era encenação; sua ereção era totalmente genuína.

À medida que a sessão continuava, Owen admitiu que a sensação era tudo o que tinha imaginado: intensamente torturante, mas ao mesmo tempo incrivelmente prazerosa. Sua risada incontrolável misturava-se com sons inequívocos de excitação, criando uma combinação que captava perfeitamente a ligação única entre cócegas e excitação sexual.

Para quem gosta de ser o 'ticklee' (aquele que recebe cócegas), as reações de Owen provavelmente parecerão especialmente identificáveis. A sua excitação é a resposta genuína de um jovem homem ao perceber o quanto as cócegas o excitam poderosamente. Vê-lo abraçar essa descoberta é o que torna esta sessão tão única.

Ao final da filmagem, Owen disse-nos que tinha percebido que realmente possuía um fetiche por cócegas e que esta experiência o ajudara a abraçá-lo plenamente. Antes de sair, pediu-nos que o chamássemos novamente para outra sessão porque gostara muito da experiência e mal podia esperar para repeti-la.

O recruta número 3 está aqui, e o que encontramos nas ruas não é outro senão um jovem magro, de rosto angelical chamado Alexander (Owen, para não confundirmos com o outro Alexander, sabe, o lutador).

Owen estava literalmente fumando do lado de fora de sua casa. Quando o vi de longe, achei estranho um cara balançando num balanço enquanto fumava, mas sua energia, mesmo à distância, parecia tranquila. Aproximei-me dele, mas ele estava usando fones de ouvido. Fiz sinal para ele, ele os tirou, e perguntei se poderia entrevistá-lo sobre sexualidade, ao que ele concordou.

Ele tem 19 anos e é gay (Sim, sim, eu sei que isso deveria ser sobre recrutar caras héteros, mas eu não tinha como saber que ele não era). Além disso, se você me perguntar, cada vez menos clientes estão absolutamente interessados em o cara ser hétero. Se você é um deles, respeito-te e amo-te muito, mas talvez Owen não seja para ti, e talvez encontres teu cara hétero perfeito na próxima campanha de recrutamento. Mas Owen é muito mais fofo do que muitos dos caras já no elenco. Ele é alto e magro, e esses tipos de caras geralmente têm pés grandes e muito atraentes (não me enganei).

Na entrevista, fiz-lhe várias perguntas e consegui descobrir que ele gosta de sexo bruto, mesmo não tendo tido muitas experiências sexuais. Quando lhe perguntei o que sabia sobre fetiches por pés, disse que uma vez tentou vender fotos mas sem sorte (porque tentou vender fotos de pés sem rostos, erro típico de quem não curte fetiche por pés). Mas aparentemente, não sabia mais nada; achava que fetichistas só gostavam de fotos. Quando expliquei que adoramos cheirar e chupar pés, sua mente ficou um pouco explodida, embora tenha notado muita curiosidade em seus lindos olhos. Comecei a falar um pouco sujo com ele, e ele gostou. Eu o tinha comigo.

Fomos ao apartamento, e notei que Owen estava muito confortável. Ele falava bastante; aliás, em certo momento, começou a entrevistar-me, e sua curiosidade foi incrível. Quando tirei seus sapatos, um forte cheiro de suor, um forte cheiro de pinho, bateu-me no rosto. Já tinha sentido esse tipo de suor antes, mas raramente. É como o cheiro de terra da floresta, mas com muitas notas de pinho. Eu sei que os fetichistas de pés que gostam do cheiro costumam adorar odores de queijo, salgadinhos de milho e vinagre, que são os mais comuns (particularmente, não gosto de vinagre), mas este odor era bem único e incrivelmente excitante. Os pés dele estavam muito suados, muito, muito suados, e adorei cada segundo disso. Minhas experiências com pés de caras gays normalmente são muito limpas (caras passivos tendem a tomar banho antes do sexo e preparam-se superbem para a ocasião, então sempre têm cheiro de banho tomado). Owen não é passivo; na verdade, é versátil, mas estou feliz por tê-lo encontrado num dia aleatório para experimentar seu verdadeiro aroma. Quando tirei suas meias, outra surpresa. Seus pés eram lindos, compridos e esguios, e a parte de cima deles... acho que os peitos do pé de Owen são os mais bonitos que já vi. Adoro o formato dos dedos dele, como aparecem tanto por cima quanto por baixo. Acho Owen simplesmente perfeito, e a cereja do bolo foi que ele não teve vergonha nenhuma. Diferente de Luke e Aiden, que tiveram uma sessão de pés na rua bem simples, Owen mostrou que gosta das coisas brutas quando literalmente enfiou todo o pé dentro da minha boca. O fato de ser fino facilitou, mas literalmente fodeu minha boca. E quando olhei para seu rostinho fofo, ele mordia o lábio. Owen decidiu tirar a roupa e ficar só de cueca para deixar tudo mais interessante.

Depois de vários minutos aos seus pés, digo-lhe que passou no teste de admissão, mas faço um convite para voltar no dia seguinte e conhecer mais alguns rapazes da equipe. Owen diz que terá prazer em voltar. Nesse dia, recebem-no Carson, Steve e Luke. Eric será seu escravo do dia. Impressionou-me que Owen, apesar de novo, destacou-se entre os garotos. Acho que encontramos uma nova promessa de rosto bonito e pés perfeitos, compridos e esguios.