This story is completely fictional.
Suited and booted...
- Jordan Henderson sat in the audience at Grosvenor House in a full black suit; black tie and crisp white shirt. The attendees sat around circular tables arranged across the space. Next to Jordan an anxious leg bounced up and down. Reaching to his side under the table he gently placed a calming hand on the man's knee immediately causing the nervous movement to stop. Jordan turned to share a quick smile with his teammate Mo Salah. Mo was up for PFA Player of the Year and after a phenomenal debut season for Liverpool he was a strong contender. The strange thing about Salah was how nervous he was in these situations. Put him in front of goal taking a game winning penalty, no problem. Put him on stage though and he was a wreck. He enjoyed the adulation of the fans, of being the best but the media was a different beast. The striker had requested a club representative accompany him to the awards, even though the nomination for him, it was really the club that mattered, something the man chosen to be his "date" had strongly instilled in the entire team -- you gave everything for the good of this team. Henderson applied a little extra pressure to Salah's knee before letting go as the announcement came.
"The PFAs Player of the year of 2018 is Mohammed Salah of Liverpool and Egypt"
Jordan was beaming as Mo took to the stage delivering a speech that made the whole team proud. Following his win Salah returned to the table enjoying the rest of the evening.
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Salah made his way to the bathroom pushing the door open. Immediately he noticed Jordan at the basin looking at his reflection in the mirror, the Liverpool captain's jacket set down on the counter.
The Englishman grinned his trademark smile the moment he saw his star striker reflected in the mirror.
"Mo, my man!" Jordan beamed shaking the striker's hand, "you deserve it!"
Salah smiled and nodded in appreciation. The two men continued chatting as they freshened up, it had been an intense evening, neither were a huge fan of big events and they were glad to have the room to themselves, comfortable in each other's company despite barely a season together. The Egyptian looked at his reflection noticing his bowtie was crooked fiddling with it awkwardly -- he didn't dress up often.
"Here, let me!" the taller blond gestured stepping into his team mate to adjust Salah's bowtie with a smile, eager to help his team as always "You know, we are all really proud of you mate" he added finishing up his adjustments.
Henderson perfected Salah's tie, going further to brush down his shoulders and smooth down the chest of Mo's jacket letting his hands linger just a little too long. Salah looked sharp, sharp enough for Henderson to subconsciously swallow followed by a lick of his lips.
"Just how proud are you?" Salah asked, a noticeable change in tone.
The entire atmosphere had changed, in fact. Salah gently took hold of Jordan's tie letting it gently slip through his hand from top to bottom. Henderson swallowed again, very consciously this time - he was careful with his particular... brand of team management, especially with newer members like Salah.
The striker wrapped the black tie around his hand "I going to fuck you!" Mo's accent emphasising the word "fuck" as he pulled on Henderson's tie with noticeable strength.
"Here?!" Jordan responded nervously, his dick already straining at the material of his suit trousers.
"Here!" Mo confirmed, there was to be no discussion.
Jordan thought for a second. This was risky, but, Salah had just won one of the most prestigious awards in the Premier League. He was the envy of every other team, it was his job as captain to keep him happy, keep the team happy and keep the club happy. He rationalised the situation to himself (as he always did) but the truth was he had been semi hard the moment he had adjusted Salah's bowtie and rock hard the second Salah told him he was going to fuck him.
"We don't have much time!" Henderson announced as he fumbled with Mo's button and zipper shoving his hand into the open trousers desperate to feel the heat of Salah's thick, hard meat.
Henderson pressed his lips to Mo's. Salah's rough stumble scratched against his own through the kiss, the striker's thick lips and tongue felt so soft yet strong - Jordan had always noticed Mo's mouth for some reason. The Englishman worked his hand over the Egyptian's cock as they kissed. He wanted to run his hands through Mo's hair, let his fingers explore that famously ripped body, he wanted to drop to his knees right there and taste Mo, but he knew they had no time. Henderson unfastened his own trousers as he spun around to lean over the basin pushing them and his underwear down below his tight plump ass. He focused on the mirror, staring into his reflected eyes, barely registering as Mo lubed up his cock with soap. Jordan's eyes fluttered closed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head feeling Mo's thick cock breaking his hole open.
Unlike some of the other players, Salah knew he deserved this, he had just won an award for being the best player in the league, arguably the world, it couldn't be any more clear that the reward was his to dictate - and Henderson had dedicated himself to this very task. There was no time to make this comfortable for Jordan (not that Mo would have cared either way). The striker was immediately pounding into his captain, Henderson's jaw clenching in response.
"Take it you dirty fucking whore!" Salah moaned, continuing his new found dominant demeanour, as he drove deep into Jordan once again.
The Egyptian gripped his captain's shoulders tight using the leverage to slam into the willing bottom. Jordan watched himself in the mirror. Watching his face contort as he felt each thrust of Mo's cock battering his insides - serving the team's needs felt as good as any goal.
"You love this don't you?!" Mo sneered, never letting up on his fuck, "Tell me you love..." Salah slammed into Henderson, "my cock!" he drove himself as deep as he could into Jordan.
"I-love..! Jordan moaned watching himself in the mirror, "your cock" he finished dropping his gaze unable to look himself in the eyes as he finished the sentence.
The midfielder surrendered himself to the situation enjoying Salah's cock stretching his hole open, tearing up his insides, dealing him that pleasure he only felt when he serviced his team. Henderson was completely lost in the moment until a sudden noise ripped him back to reality.
"Is someone coming!"
"Who cares?!" Salah laughed, "Are you going to stop me?"
He fucked into Jordan sharply, holding his dick inside him, "Would you even want me to stop?!"
The striker smiled as he circled his hips grinding his cock inside his captain. Jordan only groaned; he had no response.
"If someone walked in now, I bet you would let them watch you get fucked if that's what I wanted"
There was a moments silence.
Wouldn't you?!" The Egyptian pounded into Henderson once again.
"Y-Yes!" Jordan stammered almost emotional.
Salah started slowly fucking into the Liverpool captain "I think you actually want that don't you?!" he almost whispered tightly taking hold of Jordan's painfully hard cock -- stopping the midfielder from replying.
The Egyptian continued his slow shallow fuck of Henderson as he worked the bottom's cock with a strong grip. Pre-cum covered his hand, Jordan was clearly loving every second even if he was reluctant to admit it verbally -- that could be fucked out of him.
"I know what you would really want" Salah almost laughed as he continued to use Jordan's hole to work his dick, "You wouldn't just want them to watch would you" The striker paused, "you would want me to order you to let them fuck you, wouldn't you?!"
Jordan moaned a deep incoherent moan, he couldn't think. Salah was right, of course he was but he didn't like to be reminded of it -- as much as his cock seemed to disagree.
"You would do anything for this club wouldn't you?!" The moment Mo said those words Henderson's body convulsed, his cock pulsed and shot cum all over the basin and Mo's hand.
Salah let Jordan ride out his orgasm, he could tell this was intense for the bottom. He slowly fucked the blond until he felt his body relax. The moment the captain was spent Salah wrapped Henderson's black tie around his cum covered hand. He pulled back hard choking Jordan and arching his back. Rapidly Mo pounded into the bottom, his heavy balls slapping into Henderson's perfect ass over and over. The Egyptian wrapped the tie around his hand one more time arching Jordan's back almost unnaturally. The midfielder's face and neck were bright red chocked by his own tie, but his cock was hard again still dripping cum from his first load. Mo was like a machine now, as he was on the pitch if he wanted a goal he took it, right now his goal was to ruin Jordan and he was certainly getting the job done.
It had felt like hours but in reality, it had been not much more than five minutes, yet they had still been lucky nobody had walked in. Salah could feel his full balls ready to empty. He slammed into Jordan one last time.
"You fucking slut!" Mo grunted through gritted teeth as his balls emptied into his captain still holding tight onto Jordan's tie.
The Egyptian tensed with each pulse dumping more of his cum into Henderson.
Voices were suddenly audible outside. The two men panicked. Salah pulled his still semi hard cock from Henderson rushing into a cubicle as Jordan pulled his clothes over his cum-leaking hole.
"Hey Jordan!" Kevin De Bruyne boomed as the door swung open.
"Hey Kev, sorry about the award man!" Henderson responded to the almost certainly second placed footballer, straight back into professional mode.
"Ah no worries! And, here is the man himself!" Kevin added noticing Mo come out from the cubicle looking as slick as ever ready to shake his fellow player's hand.
"We had best be getting back" Jordan smiled gesturing for Mo to leave with him.
"30 seconds later and Kevin's cock would have been inside you!" Mo whispered with a smile.
All Jordan could do was smile, nervous at how far he would go for his team if pushed - his cock again straining at the material of his trousers.