This is a complete work of fiction.
It was the 95th minute of the match against West Brom and the goal keeper Alisson Becker had come up for the final chance of the game. Everyone rolled their eyes at a keeper coming forward, but as Alexander-Arnold took the corner Becker headed in the cross securing his first goal, and the win for the team -- a key point at the end of a tough season.
Jordan Henderson, midfielder and Liverpool captain, hadn't been playing as he was still coming back from injury, but as always he sat in the stands in support - ecstatic at Alisson's last-minute winner.
The final whistle blew and the team celebrated as they moved back into the dressing room Alisson, naturally, the centre of much of the attention. After the usual post-match debrief the players slowly filtered out. Alisson was last to take to the showers delayed by the celebrations. He was already shirtless at this point so stripped off his shorts, leggings and underwear letting his heavy cock and balls swing freely in the cool air of the dressing room through to the showers. The warm water hit his naked body letting it wash over him, finally taking in the unbelievable moment of the match. He soaped up his strong athletic body, not overly muscular and defined but the body of a real athlete, enjoying the feeling of himself especially as his hand slipped lower to his thick - now semi-hard cock. The thrill of an exciting match always made him horny.
"Want some help there mate?!" the familiar Geordie accent of the Liverpool captain filled the shower room.
The midfielder's fingers massaged into the thick shoulders of the Brazilian. Becker only smiled in response feeling the firm hands of his captain move down his back and to his waist.
"A performance like that deserves a proper reward!" Henderson added as his hands slipped around from Alisson's side to the keeper's full cock. Alisson was fully hard now, the thick, long piece of meat weighty in Jordan's hand. Although the Brazilian was hard Jordan felt a slight flexibility to the cock as his hand easily worked up and down the length -- slick with soap and water.
Alisson spun around face to face with his handsome captain. Alisson pulled Jordan under the water before forcing their lips together. The rough facial hair of the two men scratching against each other's lips as they desperately tasted each other. The strength of the Brazilian was evident as he forced Henderson into the wall, the passion taking over. He ground his hard cock into his teammate desperate for some friction, pinning the shorter man between his large body and the wall. His large hands were all over the Englishman, grabbing his smooth body roughly, quickly finding his way around to Henderson's tight little ass.
The captain smiled into the kiss with his keeper as he felt the strong hands clawing at his ass. Alisson was quickly teasing his hole; he could tell the Brazilian knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted. Before he even realised two thick fingers were buried in this hole, the soap and water providing perfect lubricant. Jordan loved being filled, the initial moment was always apprehensive but as soon as his felt his hole stretched and filled, he needed more.
This was a familiar scenario for the Liverpool captain. His sense of duty to the team drove him to keep them happy and focused resulting in a sort of gentleman's agreement. Within this agreement any extra marital business, any desires and crucially for Henderson; team motivation were dealt with by the captain, contained within the team, no external distractions or discussions -- he was doing it for the club he loved to ensure success. Luckily for Henderson Liverpool were a successful club.
The Brazilian might have seemed the perfect gentleman to the public but in private, when he needed a release like this, he was a totally different person and Jordan knew it. The shower suddenly stopped. In total control the keeper dropped to his knees, forced the midfielder face first to the wall and pulled his hips out so his ass was sticking out perfectly. Becker dove straight in, his tongue desperately lapping at Henderson's smooth tight hole, his thick stubble grazing against the perfect skin. He felt Jordan relax as his tongue pushed into him spreading his cheeks wider as he did to get as deep as possible. Alisson slid his right index and middle fingers easily back into Henderson watching as they disappeared into his friend and captain. The sound of Jordan's distinct moan echoing through the showers as Becker forced his left index finger in beside the other two. The keeper loved forcing that groan out of his teammate almost as much as he loved stretching him open. Taking a moment to admire the view the Brazilian stretched Henderson open, his hole gaping under the assault, prompting a smile from Alisson before he spat in Jordan's wide open hole - a noticeable shudder through the bottom's body.
As much as he enjoyed opening up his captain, he had a pressing need to fill that hole with something more than fingers. He stood lining up his thick cock with Jordan's hole, slicking the length with soap. He slapped the massive head of his cock against Henderson's stretched hole for one final tease before driving his whole length into the Englishman.
"FUUUUUUUCK!" was all Henderson could get out, even with his hole stretched open he wasn't prepared for the size of Becker.
Jordan moaned like a whore as his friend pounded into him straight away. There was no let up as the big Brazilian dick drove in and out of his sensitive hole. Inevitably, Henderson was soon pushing back on the keeper's cock, the uncomfortable start now replaced with complete hunger for dick that he couldn't ignore. He heard Becker snigger through a smile and a sharp smack on his ass in response - the sound obscenely filling the room. Jordan was immediately rewarded for his enthusiasm as Alisson slammed his cock deep inside him.
"That's it mate, give it to me!" wanting to make sure Alisson knew he was there for his pleasure.
Becker took hold of Jordan's hips and rutted into him. He loved this position, a classic, just railing some whore against the wall - nobody took it like Hendo. His balls slapped against the Englishman with each fuck into him, the captains body tensing all over at each thrust.
Henderson never touched himself while pleasing the team unless they told him to. This was for them, for the team, not for his own pleasure, however his cock was rock hard and dripping a copious amount of precum. He could feel Alisson so deep inside him, the Brazilian's cock seemed to fill him like no other - like his hole was made to take it. There were no words to describe it but he craved the cock even though it was already inside him. He needed it harder, deeper, anything that felt like more.
"Take it you fucking whore!" Alisson spat loving the dominance he could assert over his captain in the moment, "I know you love my cock!" he fucked sharply into Jordan, "Tell me you love it!" another sharp thrust.
"I fucking love it Ali! Fuck me!" Henderson begged not caring how much of a whore he sounded.
Alisson wrapped his arms around Henderson pulling their bodies together. Swinging his hips gently back and forth he held himself deep inside Henderson with a slow fuck. He could see Jordan's eyes closed as he rested his head back into Becker's shoulder.
Jordan felt his cock enveloped by one of Becker's strong hands. The precum spread all over his cock and presumably Alisson's hand as the Brazilian worked the cock at the same time as fucking the bottom.
It didn't take much after the treatment Becker had handed out up to this point, "Fuck Ali!" Henderson moaned as cum shot from his cock. Alisson's body still pressed right up against him and the big dick of the keeper buried inside him, fucking slowly in and out.
Alisson felt Jordan's whole body tense as he came. He let Henderson ride out the orgasm until he felt it subside, but he couldn't wait any longer. Bending the midfielder against the wall Becker was instantly slamming into the captain. He needed to cum and making Jordan cum had only made him more horny. There was no self-control left in the keeper, he was now using Henderson for his own pleasure -- exactly what Jordan wanted. Alisson noted the bottom brace his body in response to the fuck it was enduring. His huge cock was ruining the used stretched hole, but the Brazilian knew it was still hungry.
"I'm going to cum!" Becker panted still fucking the captain, "You want it inside you don't you?!"
"I need it!" was all Henderson could breathe.
Alisson forced himself one last time inside his teammate with a deep, throaty moan as his cum flooded Jordan. His body shook uncontrollably with each wave of his orgasm as he emptied his cum into his captain.
Finally, the keeper pulled his spent cock from Henderson, the two men fighting for breath. Becker couldn't help himself, he dropped to his knees checking out Jordan's gaping hole - wide open from the cock that had just destroyed it. He loved to see what his cock had done; how wide open he had made his captain's tight little hole, spitting in it one final time to add to his huge load. Becker stood pulling Henderson into a deep kiss, his hands grabbing Jordan's butt a couple of fingers easily slipping into the captains gaping cum filled hole.
"Thanks Cap!" Becker smiled as he brought his cum covered fingers to Jordan's lips, the midfielder immediately taking them in his mouth to suck clean tasting himself and Alisson's cum.
Henderson smiled to himself knowing he had nailed his job as always. Having performed his "captain's duties" the two men went their separate ways, showering the sweat and cum from their bodies. They finished up and dressed to leave filling the time with the usual chat. This was how it always was, once Henderson took care of his team it was business as usual.
"Great game again Ali, keep it up! See you in training in the morning" Jordan back in complete captain mode leaving the keeper with a smile and a nod. Everything was back to normal except the taste of the keeper still lined his mouth -- another sacrifice he made for the club he loved.