An unwelcome advance.

Damien was naked. His strong, large form wet from the shower head above, the soap clasped firmly in both hands as he made a lather.

Whistler was across from him, his extremely thick 6” cock dangling between his legs. Damien was certain Whistler hadn’t seen his own cock in years, his gut a protruding mass that blocked any line of sight.

Damien was naturally aware at all times. He was also naturally suspicious. Which means that he noticed when a small squad of naked white neo-nazis saw him from across the shower room and non-chalantly made their way over to him. The dumber ones never stopped looking at him.

Damien turned his shower head water to the highest it would go. Immediately he felt the heat increase to an uncomfortable level. He kept it from his face.

“Hello brother.” The speaker was a man slightly shorter than Damien but a bit bulkier. Soft tissue mostly, lots of fat in the midsection.

Damien turned half way to look at him. “Hello.” Damien made a show of turning back away.

“I wasn’t done talking to you yet Fish. I’ve come with a gracious offer to invite you into our family. This is no place to be alone.”

Damien turned back again half way. “I’ve got a family, but thank you for the offer. And I’m not alone, I got my friend.”

The man laughed. “What, Whistler? Fat old fuck can’t protect you. Not like we could. We protect our family.”

“I still decline. With respect.”

“Ok then. Maybe we just let you be one of our bitches instead? Can you suck a dick? If not, we’ll train you up right quick!”

“Again. I decline.”

“This wasn’t an invitation fish. This was a demand. Suck all of us, right now, and we won’t rearrange your guts here in this shower.” He laughed. “We’ll schedule that for another day.”

These guys weren’t going away. His next answer would cause an immediate reaction, Possibly before the words even left his mouth. He had no doubt that even if he sucked them off, they would be back. Daily, probably.

These thoughts were over in less than a blink.

Damien implemented plan B.

He turned the shower head into the first Nazi’s face.