The Triumph and Defeat

As Virat is dragged into the Australian locker room, he struggles against his captors, trying to maintain a tough facade despite the humiliation of being stripped of his Indian jersey and bound in front of his rivals. The smell of sweat and testosterone fills the air, making it difficult for him to breathe as he's exposed to his captors' intense gazes. The atmosphere becomes increasingly hostile, with Glenn and Travis taking turns taunting and teasing him, fueling their own desires for revenge.

Glenn, his intense rival, steps forward, towering over Virat as he admires the bound and helpless Indian cricketer. "You know, Virat, I always wondered what it would be like to have you under my control," he says, his voice laced with venom. "Now that we've won, I can finally have my way with you."

Virat tries to spit back, but his mouth is dry from fear and anticipation. "You'll never touch me, Maxwell," he manages to whisper, though his heart races in his chest.

Travis chuckles, approaching from behind and caressing Virat's thin dick through his tight shorts. "Oh, but we will," he says, squeezing it in a firm grip. "We've all seen how tiny you are, Virat. Don't worry, we'll all take turns breaking you in."

Virat's face flushes with anger and embarrassment, but he knows there's nothing he can do to stop them. He watches as Pat Cummins, the captain and merciless leader of the Australian team, steps up to him, a wicked grin on his face. "You're going to love this, Kohli," he says, unzipping Virat's shorts and pulling them down to his ankles.

Virat gasps as his thin dick springs free, small and pathetic in comparison to the other men in the room. He tries to cover it with his hands, but they're bound above his head, exposing his hairy armpits to the hungry gazes of the Australians. The room falls silent for a moment, and then, like a pack of wolves, they close in.

Glenn kneels before Virat, taking his dick into his mouth and beginning to suck, his thick white cock bobbing up and down on Virat's small shaft. Virat moans, unable to contain the pleasure and shame as Glenn's talented tongue works its magic. Travis joins him from behind, massaging Virat's ass and squeezing his own small cock, eager to be the first to take the Indian cricketer. Pat, meanwhile, circles Virat, watching his teammates work their magic before stepping forward to claim a piece of the prize.

The Australian team takes turns dominating Virat, each one using their size and skill to break down the proud Indian cricketer. They taunt him, calling him names, making him beg for mercy as they take him in every possible way. Throughout it all, Virat tries to maintain his tough guy mentality, but the reality of his situation slowly chips away at his defenses. By the end of the night, he's a broken man, his body aching and his pride shattered.

As the session comes to an end, Virat collapses, spent and humiliated. The Australians step back, admiring their handiwork and the ruined pride of the once-mighty cricketer. Glenn leans in close, his breath hot on Virat's ear. "Remember this feeling, Kohli," he growls. "Because it's going to be a long time before you're ever on top again."

With that, they leave Virat bound and exposed in the locker room, his defeated body a testament to their triumph.