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There are few models who project such manly, cool confidence as León Forge in PSM’s history.
To honor his decade-long collaboration, we offer a unique tribute that is truly a celebration of all our videos.
In this film, León arrives on set, sure of himself and at ease, believing he is only there to shoot one routine fetish video. But the moment he submits to the crew’s demands, a strange, antique clock chimes. The day resets, and he is condemned to relive the most intense scenes ever shot by our studio.
Trapped in a bizarre time loop, León is repeatedly stripped and bound to endure an escalating series of set-ups that shatter his control.
The video features two distinct tickling scenes and one drool-drenched foot worship scene, creating an inescapable cycle of sensations.
The loop traps the Spanish macho in endless exposure: one moment, he is watching subordinates pathetically sniff and lick his sweaty, socked feet, fulfilling his absolute, fetishistic dominance. The next, in relentless alternation, he is immobilized in an infamous, wooden tickle chair, his feet held in stocks, providing the perfect stage to watch the straight stud break. The cycle includes some of his most iconic moments, where he’s challenged to hold a heavy leather cushion high above his head and his defenseless ribs, armpits and even his belly button are left wide open to a ruthless attack from behind.
Is the PSM crew playing a cruel, elaborate trick, or is the set possessed by the pure, unrelenting magic of fetishism? Every time León’s physical resistance is overcome, the clock resets, condemning the trapped lion to wake up helpless and ready to relive his most humiliating, yet beloved, surrender.

Trailer’s song
“Cry” by Sascha Ende
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0

José is sitting on a huge open sofa, wrists bound tight behind his back. A rope fastens his tied ankles directly to the sofa’s legs, ensuring he cannot move an inch.. Dressed in gym clothes, his body still carries that fresh, masculine scent of sweat and effort — the kind the Master loves.
The Master steps closer, calm and in control, eyes locked on the guy’s socked feet. White cotton, slightly worn from training. Without a word, the Master kneels and brings them close, breathing them in, letting the tension rise. The victim flinches through his gag, half nervous, half thrilled, knowing he’s completely exposed.
The socks come off slowly. The Master takes his time, revealing beautiful bare, smooth feet that twitch under his touch. He smells, licks, tastes — owning every reaction.
The bound young man can only gasp behind the gag, trapped between embarrassment and surrender, unable to hide or resist.
There’s no escape here, no pretending. Just the sound of breath, rope, and quiet pleasure as the Master enjoys what’s his.

Max lies in bed, resting beside his boyfriend, sheets draped lightly over his body, his huge boy feet peeking out like a quiet invitation.
In the shadows, a mysterious figure approaches, hands reaching toward Max with a slow, deliberate curiosity.
Matteo’s fingers caresses those feet, tracing arches and toes with soft, teasing reverence. Max stirs in the haze of repose, his body responding before his mind fully wakes, all while carefully keeping silent to avoid disturbing his unaware boyfriend.
Matteo’s lips follow the hands, kissing and softly pressing against Max’s soles, coaxing tiny, muffled giggles that mix with quick, shivering movements.
Max quietly joins the perverse play, surrendering to the teasing and worship as the tension between restraint and indulgence hangs thick in the air — every small movement a mix of anticipation, delight, and the thrill of being caught.
It’s an intimate, charged moment of play and power, every touch sending shivers along his body — all while his boyfriend rests just inches away, completely unaware of the deliciously forbidden pleasure unfolding beneath the sheets.

Johnny Hackson, 2025 Grabby Award winner for Best Twink, turns foot tease into art in this intimate video made for true foot lovers.
He’s sitting on an open couch, relaxed and smiling, while the camera stays close — following every move of his boots, socks, and, finally, feet.
Johnny mixes sweetness and confidence perfectly: a cute twink with a soft smile, following the calm, firm voice of the director who tells him exactly what to do. Every command makes him shift, stretch, and obey — and every time he does, the camera gets even closer.
The boots come off slowly, revealing grey cotton socks that cling to his feet. The fabric is thin, slightly worn, showing a faint glimpse of his skin beneath. The director keeps control — asking him to point his toes, to flex, to show the bottom. Johnny does it with quiet excitement, smiling as he feels the gaze on him, letting his feet become the whole focus.
When he finally pulls off his socks, the tension breaks into pure pleasure. His smooth soles and toes fill the frame as he moves them exactly how he’s told. The voice keeps guiding him — “stay still,” “show me more” — and Johnny obeys with visible arousal, rubbing his feet together, playing for the camera like he’s completely under its spell.
It’s the kind of foot show that brings back the thrill of the early online videos — that simple, exciting connection — but now with a modern shine and a star who makes it feel new again.

Infante has a sweetness that makes him instantly charming. In this scene, he’s wrapped from neck to ankles in transparent film, leaving only his head and feet free — calm, still, and completely at Matteo’s disposal.
Lying on the sofa, Infante starts with his shoes on, but Matteo removes them carefully to reveal a pair of soft grey socks.
The first moments are playful: light tickles through the fabric, slow touches that make Infante smile and shift, unable to move but clearly enjoying the attention.
When the socks come off, his bare feet become the focus. Smooth and beautifully sensitive, they react to every gentle movement. Matteo alternates between soft tickling and worshipping the straight boy’s feet up close, keeping the atmosphere full of subtle tension. The result is an intimate, visually elegant session — a mix of calm restraint and playful energy that highlights Infante’s sensitivity and the art of trust between model and director.

Back from a punishing gym session, Iván peels off his damp socks and sweaty clothes before stepping into the shower. The water pours over his sculpted body, washing away the grime — but not his cravings. Because beneath the steam, his real secret surfaces.
Iván doesn’t just shower. He flaunts. He soaps up his pits, chest, and ass while deliberately planting his wet feet where they can be seen, toes spreading across the tile as if begging for attention. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
At last the tap clicks off. Steam still clings to the room as Iván lowers himself into the bathtub, lounging naked in the leftover heat. His feet rest brazenly on the rim, droplets running down his wide soles, toes flexing like they’re daring someone to come closer.
That’s when Matteo steps into view and kneels on the bathroom floor in front of the tub. No hesitation. The “clean” shower turns filthy again as Iván offers up his dripping soles, and Matteo’s mouth seals over them hungrily. Tongue tracing arches, lips sucking toes, every crease explored and teased until Iván melts into moans of pleasure.
By the end, Iván is slumped and grinning, feet gleaming in spit and steam.

Trailer’s song
“Waves” by Sascha Ende
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0

After his uncle’s passing, Francisco goes to meet the family lawyer, expecting to inherit Uncle Jorge’s apartment. But hidden in the will is a bizarre condition no one warned him about. The clause leaves Francisco with only one choice if he wants to impress his family: submit to The Hugger, his uncle’s twisted tickle chair.
It’s the kind of rite of passage he never asked for. Francisco is a proud, uptight young man. Still, he wants to make his family happy, especially his mother, so he agrees.
The lawyer first checks Francisco’s feet, like he needs to see if the heir is truly “fit” for the test. Francisco blushes as his socks come off and his bare soles and toes are toyed with. 
The young man then follows the lawyer to the waiting tickle chair — where the true ordeal begins.
Still freaking out as he’s strapped into the Hugger, Francisco fights to keep his composure — but his own big, wide, meaty soles betray him the moment the lawyer’s fingers glide across them. A nervous giggle slips out against his will, and in seconds he bursts into wild, hysterical shrieks he can’t control.
The lawyer seems to enjoy himself, burying his face deep in Francisco’s muscular underarm, gobbling at the hollow until the wet, hungry sounds fill the room. Losing control, he escalates further: kissing, licking, and worshipping Francisco’s feet while putting a hand in his pants and touching himself.
Shaking, Francisco asks in a shy voice: “So… is the apartment mine now?”

Trailer’s song
“Highway” by Sascha Ende
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0

Matteo is craving for some good sushi, so he books an expensive delivery food service from a Japanese restaurant that specializes in nyotaimori; that is, eating off their hot young male workers’ bodies.
Ticklish twink Max is served on a platter on Matteo’s bed: he is wearing nothing but his skin-colored underwear, showing a prominent bulge. Instructed not to move or even speak, Max feels extra ticklish as Matteo shamelessly gobbles on the sushi. “Don’t you dare drop one piece”, the powerful host warns Max.
Look at the young man’s huge feet: you can bet they will make Matteo’s mouth hurt by the end of the dinner.

Trailer’s song
“To the bridge” by Sascha Ende
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0

Matteo is watching his athletic roommate Aleksei play videogames. The jock is lying on the floor on his stomach, head toward the TV and his legs are resting against the front of the sofa where Matteo is sitting; the soles shoes are facing the ceiling.
Just two bros kicking back, except Aleksei is bragging about his new shoes and his enormous size 11.5-US feet. Out of boredom (or so he says), Matteo decides to give his roommate a footrub.
As Matteo kneads Aleksei’s feet through his white socks, things start heating up. So Matteo takes off Aleksei’s socks, only to discover that his roommate’s naked soles are quite ticklish. Aleksei tries to play it cool, but his giggling says otherwise. He tries to break free, but a deal is a deal: Matteo lets Aleksei play his game and Aleksei borrows Matteo his sensitive feet. The tension only rises when Matteo lays on the couch to start sucking on the hunk’s toes and licking his soles clean to make Aleksei squirm with pleasure.
Aleksei just chilling with his game as Matteo has his huge foot in his mouth is encouraging, but the athlete takes it to the next level: he goes to sit on the couch and once again offers his feet so that they can be tickled and sucked. Matteo kneels down on the floor in front of the sofa, and lets the other rub his wide soles all over his face and gags with them. It’s the point of no return for the roommates, as both start touching themselves.

You’ve been working hard as a secretary for your arrogant suited boss Matteo, a lazy tyrant who orders you around. Photocopies, coffee… all these boring tasks have given you time to catch a peep at what you’ve been craving all along: Matteo’s feet!
Today, he caught you looking at his shoes. Not just one time. He smirks: he didn’t know you were interested in that… and he’s desperately in need of a good footrub, which is why he instructs you to get on your knees and take off his shoes. His wishes are your command, so you strip off his shoes as he moans in relief. You take your time caressing and touching his soles through his black see-through knee-high socks. But you want more: he doesn’t complain when you take his socks off, massaging and rubbing those feet as the room gets hotter.
He asks you to get under the table and starts stepping on your face with his feet. You lust and touch and please him as he attends work calls.
He then asks you to get up again as he puts his feet on the table: it’s time to use his moisturizer to give your boss’s feet the care they deserve.

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