He asked for a rim job. He wanted it deep. Curious straight guy Alex Olmstead clicks a cursed link. He arrives at the Deepmouth Inn—a decaying lighthouse on a fog-choked pier, awaiting his cursed hookup. FROM THE DEPTHS IT ROSE... Slick, pulsing tentacles rise from the dark. Strip him. Bind him. Worship his hole. ...AND IN HIS DEPTHS IT CAME. He begs. He breaks. He pays. Gay tentacle erotica. Lovecraftian horror. Permanent consequences. 18+.