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The Fighter
 
1. The Fight
 
Vientiene, Laos, Southeast Asia
In the heat of the early evening  the crowd is filtering in to the functional and simple building. Once used as an official military post for storage, there are many unfilled rooms with stark light bulbs and sawdust or dirt, sometimes blood on the floors.
Coming in from the twilight, meandering towards the largest room of the complex, are a mix of business men from downtown, gambling degenerates, a few power drinking Western waywards, mobbed up badasses and some wannabe fighters.
Tickets stamped, three security checkpoints, room after room, following the humming of noise from
the main fighting area, passing one official after another and then moving in to a seating section
arranged by class or distinction. The higher rollers at the top on cushioned seats, most of the mass
on planks of splintery wood and the poor folks standing within a roped off area on level with the fighters.
Kapono is a wiry and but well-dressed figure for whom the fighters work for. He earns money for the bosses through gambling bets placed on fights. The fights come in several forms including evenly matched same gender, unevenly matched same gender, and intergender. There are three general rules that each fighter is to obey; no police, no help and no rules. A winner is determined when an opponent is unconscious or worse. There is a "master", who serves as something of an official and he begins the match and calls an end. However he is mostly there to incite the crowd and cause excitement.
          
Seu is of American descent. His parents were military and were estranged since his birth. Seu has been
under the authority of Laotian kingpins since the age of 12, the last time he saw his dad. To his
knowledge his father is back in Arizona, USA and living on a Reservation, as he was part Apache Indian.
Raw willpower, ingenuity, unbreakable spirit and size and strength were some of the inheritants from
his father.
Both of his parents were never pinned down, they were always into the wind, unbound by rules or even
loyalty to friends or family.
Seu sits in a tiny room where there are weights in the form of 4 dumbbells of various sizes. There is
a pull-up bar in the doorless frame of the room entranceway. On a small counter sits barely passable food and water.
There are hangers for clothes still there from the military days and a bench to sit on along one wall.
By now Seu has been in this room 10 minutes. He arrives for these fights later than the others. He
feels no need to prepare. He loves to fight. It’s IN him. There is no mental preparation. He fights
anywhere, anytime. It’s second nature, the way a shark is always hunting.
Seu doesn’t know his opponent and doesn’t care about his opponent.
Typically he is involved in what they call a squash match. Bets are taken in many forms. Under these circumstances the wagers may be regarding the duration of the match more so than the decided winner. Even the nature of the condition of the loser is wagered upon. Anything the customer wants.
Kapono appears in the doorway, Seu doesn’t look at him. “Three fights. You stay out and come back
after the third fight. Do good,” he says from over his shoulder as he shuffles away.
Into the room comes a small girl, as is the ritual. These girls are typically early 20’s or younger, sometimes much younger. Seu doesn’t really know where these girls come from and in his three years of these fights he has never seen the same girl twice.
This is part of the protocol. Each fighter has a visit from a girl about 10 minutes before a fight.
The girls are instructed to do as the fighter commands.
Seu looks her up and down. These girls always were naked underneath a neck to knees robe to cover themselves. He never varies from his pre-fight ritual. He motions to her and says, “come behind me.”
She obediently moves behind the boy. Even at 18 years old, Seu has been a man physically and mentally
for a long time. From the sitting position, the small girl’s chin is just above the top of Seu’s head.
“Put your hand on my chin,” Seu demanded. She did.
“Put your other hand on my head, here,” Seu motioned with his hand.
The girl placed her free hand on Seu’s head.
“I want you to snap my neck, like THIS,” and Seu jerked his head hard to one side. The girl backed
away slightly and Seu said sternly, “NOW.”
She re-gripped Seu’s head and as instructed forced his head to one side.
“Harder,” he said, annoyed.
 
Maintaining her grip, the girl pulled harder.
“Harder, harder, harder, harder.”
The girl clenched his head and in the same direction, twisted his head hard enough that she thought
it might come off.
She heard a crack that startled her.
“Now the other way.”
The girl snapped Seu’s head in the opposite direction with the same force. Seu wasn’t pleased though, and made her repeat this three times until his neck cracked again.
The girl was tired and fell back a step.
Seu deliberately stood up. The girl’s jaw fell open as her eyes followed him into his standing position.
When Seu was 14 he 183cm tall (6'0"). At 18 he is 195.5 (6’5).” The girl thought his back looked bigger than a table. She became aroused, although didn’t visually react.
Seu turned to face the girl and he kicked aside the stool that he had been sitting on.
The girl noted only just now, that he was Western and was intrigued by his white, yet brownish tanned
skin. This is partly from Seu’s Native American descent.
Seu had on worn-down black sweatpants and issued boots. Footwear was for whatever reason required and actually the one and only clothing requirement. Nudity is not even against the rules in this spectacle. The boots were similar to military style above the ankle, but not as rigid or heavy and relatively comfortable. He wears a size 15.
The girl had a fleeting thought of the men she has fucked and how Seu’s size compared.
Unknowingly, she had her hand on her crotch. Not rubbing, but just there.
Seu stepped close to the Loatian girl who, experienced with these encounters, stood her
ground waiting for instruction.

The young girl’s eyes were just above his navel. She was very aroused. The girl had never seen muscle
like this. Aside from his strong jaw and boyish looks, his shoulders were so wide. They were strait, leveled off and muscle capped on the sides. She looked up at his shapely lats and powerful pecs.
Seu’s pecs stood out over 10cm (4") from his chest. She had never been with a man who had as well-defined abs without even flexing, as he. His narrow waist exploded into an outline of powerful thighs that she imagined, under his shabby sweatpants.
His biceps had a slight vein down the middle, cold and unpumped.
“I want you to pull my cock,” Seu ordered, looking at her directly.
His black hair was 7.5cm (3") long and spiked strait up on top, making him appear even taller.
The girl cupped her hands to spit in to them but Seu objected, “No, raw.”
Seu gripped the sides of his sweatpants and briskly pulled them down to just above his knee,
revealing full nudity.
The girl gasped and put both hands over her mouth.
Seu’s cock was semi hard and over 20cm (8") in that state. She had never seen such a thing. She slightly
crouched over and grabbed her crotch hard from arousal. The girl crossed her legs, looking as though she needed to pee and was holding it in.
Seu didn’t break from his glare.
The girl opened her robe by undoing the loosely tied sash, but did not slip it off. She approached Seu and confidently gripped his cock with her hand. Realizing her fingers did not touch around it's size, she put her second hand on it and began to stroke from base of shaft to the tip.
Seu looked down at her without emotion, although his cock immediately twitched in her hands and expanded upon her touch.
"More force," he said robotically.
The small girl tried to strengthen her double grip and intensify her stroking, while containing her own arousal.
"Give me more force," Seu said.
With her shoulders rocking back and forth and her head bobbing, the girl was putting her whole body now into working his cock, which was somehow matching her pressure with equal resistance.
The cock became so hard, slanted upwards, that it almost didn't move despite her efforts.
This had an effect on her of heightening her arousal but also a feeling as though she was not doing fulfilling her expectation. She thought Seu wanted to climax, but in fact his control over his own orgasm was infallable. The girl could do this endlessly and he could maintain a pulsating erection and not come close to orgasm, if he was so inclined.
Seu's intention here was to take off the edge. He constantly felt the urge to become hard and then soft and then hard again. It consummed him.
At this time Seu stepped forward pushing the girl backwards with a stumble. He backed the girl, still cock in hands, against the wall. She felt overwhelmed.
Seu grabbed a handful of her hair and aimed her glare up towards his. He held this position momentarily and then released the girl and stepped away.
Seu pulled his pants back up from around his knees and put the waistband around the end of his cock to hold his big member in place. From a hook on the wall he grabbed a long-sleeve white compression shirt and wrestled it over his ripped torso.
 
Seu exited the room and turned down a dimly lit corridor and up a set of stairs. The girl dropped down to her knees once left alone and began to pleasure herself.
After some familiar twists and turns, Seu began to hear the hum of the crowd from the fight room. Kapono emerged from the shadows. "You feeling good?"
"I'm always fucking good bitch."
"Three fights. Hurt them if you can," Kapono reached up and placed his hand on Seu's shoulder.
Seu is rebellious and can be contrary, but Kapono has had a hand in raising him since he became a teen. He might be the only person Seu respects.
"How bad should I hurt them?"
"Ahh, give them a show," Kapono answered. "One's a Russian. I don't like any of these guys."
Seu grunted in response as they approached a tattered curtain where on the other side contained the large fighting room. The edge of his cock was still peaking up from this sweatpants waistband but covered by his compression shirt, notwithstanding the bulge.
Dimlee, The Master, raised his hands while positioned in the middle of the fighting area to bring the crowd to a hush.
"I will now announce the next fight" he spoke in very good English. "There is sure to be BLOOD!"
Dimlee spun around in circles as he addressed the crowd. "Remember there will be no interference and remain away from the fighting area."
"For our next match of the evening we have one of our most dangerous fighters!"
Seu waited behind the curtain with contained anticipation. He was thirsty to hurt some one.
Kapono had left Seu to summon the other fighter.
"Born in America but raised right here in the streets of Vientiene, at the age of 18 years, standing 190.5 cm (6'5") and with a weight of 99.8 kg (220lbs), UNDEFEATED, unbeatable, with a heart of stone... The Laotian Tiger, SEU!!!"
 
Seu brushed aside the curtain and with his head narrowly clearing the door frame, he stepped out into the hot light rigs that were set up around the fight circle. The crowd was full of energy and there were so many cat-calls of one sort or another that they molded into one inaudible buzzing of sound.
Seu stood tall in the fight circle, with no expression on his face. He folded his arms tightly across his chest. Even from the crowd you could see the biceps exploding from his sleeves.
"His opponent makes his first fight in the country of Laos. From Vietnam, where he is a champion fighter in his region... he is so lightning quick that he will catch a deadly snake with his bare hands...162.5cm (5'4") and 55kg (122lbs)... here is Duong!!!"
Across from Seu the curtain flew open and the diminutive Vietnamese fighter appeared. Duong wore tights cut off at the top of the thigh. He had no shirt on with a toned but thin body. The fighter leapt out into the fighting area and pointed directly in Seu's vicinity. Then he made a motion to drag his thumb across his throat left to right to indicate impending doom for his opponent.
Seu was motionless and expressionless, arms remaining folded.
Master Dimlee now stood between the two fighters. Duong was jumping up and down in place. The official put his fist high into the air then quickly down to his side and with every fiber of his being screamed "FIGHT!!!"
Duong sprang towards his motionless opponent. As the fighter approached the giant boy, the difference in size was shocking.
Seu dropped his arms. Duong, his eyes level with Seu's pecs, delivered a blow to Seu's stomach.
Seu didn't move an inch, absorbing the punch, unflexed. Duong grabbed his throbbing wrist.
In one motion, Seu cupped both hands on the sides of Duong's head and drove the Asian boy's face into his chest, instantly breaking his nose.
Seu pulled the small boy's head away from his chest revealing several blood spots shading his white compression shirt.
Then he slammed the boy's face into his pecs again. Seu's muscles seemed to want to burst out from every centimeter of his shirt.
Seu slammed Duong's face into his rock hard pecs a third time and the boy appeared to lose consciousness.
With an expression completely void of fear, mercy and strain, Seu repeatedly smashed the helpless Vietnamese boy's bloodied face into his pecs. After several more blows, Seu's shirt was heavily bloodied and the Asian had become dead weight in Seu's hands.

Holding Duong's weight, Seu continued to break the boy's face against his chest.
Finally he stopped and simply held the dead weight of the Asian in his hands. The boy's body was limp, arms dangling at his sides, heels up off the floor being held on his toes by Seu's strength.
Seu released his grip and Duong dropped to the floor like a rock and lay there face down, bleeding from his nose and mouth.
Seu looked up at the crowd who were waving their programs and betting tickets in the air and cheering or hissing.
His opponent lay there motionless at his feet.
Seu stepped over Duong with one foot on either side of the prone boy, standing over him, to show his dominance.
The crowd responded by chanting his name.
Master Dimlee approached the fighter and raised Seu's arm up in the air.
Seu moved away from his opponent. Duong was briskly carried away by two men, vanishing into the corridors. 
Seu reset to his starting position, standing tall and folding his arms.
Dimlee raised his arms to attempt to silence the stirring of the crowd.
"The Laotian Tiger's next opponent, is a man from right here in Laos. He is a jungle man who is as tough as a nail in a coffin! He is called "The Cage!"
Many in the crowd remember this name.
"This man began fighting as a small boy inside bamboo cages and is known far and wide. Standing 178cm (5'10") and weighing 70kg (155lbs)... here comes... THE CAGE!"
Seu's Asian opponent appeared from the shadows with little expression and moved robotically. The Cage was tall for a Laotian and carried himself confidently but with little muscle. As a teen he was well known in Vientiene fighting circles, but now at the age of 31 was not fighting regularly anymore. He wore boxing shorts, no shirt and was heavily tatooed.
Upon entering his place in the fighting circle, The Cage displayed a double bicep flex that showed no difference between flexed and unflexed biceps. He rotated around to acknowledge the crowd who mostly showed indifference.
 
Dimlee stood between the two fighters and raised a fist in the air to signal the fighters to be at their ready.
"FIGHT," he spat out at the top of his voice.
The Cage moved towards Seu but was stopped in his tracks at the first sign of movement from his opponent. Seu lowered his arms and grabbed his balls and gave them two quick pulls. His nostrils flared. He punched his chest hard which made an audible thud heard even up in the highest seats.
Seu raised both hands and waved his fingers motioning to The Cage to approach him.
The Cage then apprehensively raised his fists and moved in on Seu. He reached up and swung at Seu's head which he easily dodged. Seu grabbed the Asian man's neck prompting The Cage to put both hands over top of Seu's.
With his other hand, Seu took hold of the top of The Cage's leg and with no effort at all he pressed that Asian man over his head. Seu held the man 274cm (9") high in the air. The Cage began to kick his legs while still trying in vein to loosen Seu's grip around his neck.
Seu walked in a complete circle around the fighting area wanting to show off his power. He had no expression on his face. Centering himself in the fighting area, Seu lowered and then threw the man so far that his feet landed outside of the designated fighting area. The Cage landed with such force that it kicked up a cloud of dust as he lay in agony on the floor.
Immediately a group of men were standing over The Cage, screaming instructions and motioning for him to get up.
One middle aged man shouted in Laotian, "fucking get up! Pussy girl! Get the fuck up!"
Seu stood in place waiting for his opponent to stagger to his feet. The Cage, with one hand on his back was moving towards the center of the ring. Seu took a large step forward and drove his fist directly into the center of the Asian man's chest. This caused a sucking sound as air escaped from his lungs and knocked him back off his feet and onto the ground again.
The Cage lay there, without even enough air in his body to clutch his chest. Dimlee moved in and knelt beside the broken body laying on the ground. He placed his hand near the sternum of the Asian.
Dimlee stood up after diagnosing the situation. He pumped both his fists in front of him and with spit and excitement he screamed, "he is broken! He... Is... Broken!"
Dimlee pointed in Seu's direction, "WINNER!"
 
Seu slammed his fist into his hand causing muscle to ripple from head to toe. He bellowed, "bring me a fucking challenge!"
He turned to the frenzied crowd behind him and repeated, "I said bring me a fucking challenge!"
Three teen boys came into the circle to unforgivingly lift The Cage by his feet and torso and carry him back into the medical area.
Dimlee, looking to build excitement amongst the gawkers, took a que from Seu.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our Laotian Tiger wants a challenge," he paused to allow time for cat-calls from the crowd.
"Russia... Russia... has answered the challenge! Just 22 years old. Standing 178cm (6'0") and with a strong 88kg (195lbs)... making his first fight in Asia..."
At that time a teen boy who is a worker in the fight club came tumbling thru the curtain as though he had been pushed. Bounding out behind him was Morosov, Seu's next opponent.
Morosov walked defiantly into the fight circle interrupting Dimlee's announcement.
The Russian badass approached Dimlee and said with broken English, "get the fuck out of my way."
Dimlee knew it was on. He raised his fist and screamed "FIGHT," while blood vessels throbbed in this neck and temples.
The Russian was filled with courage and couldn't wait to embarrass his younger opponent. He confidently approached the taller wunderkind and put his finger directly in front of Seu's nose.
"I am going to crush you." Then he beamed into a wide smile and ran his fingers through his shoulder length, platinum blonde hair. "Then I will fuck your ass in front of all your little Asian girls, ha ha ha."
The Russian was muscular but not as big in any area as his counterpart. Yet, his confidence was unwavering. Morosov moved a step closer to Seu. They are now touching eachother at the chest and unflinchingly meeting eachother's stare.
 
The Russian opened his mouth, "This night I will make you..." and Seu commenced the fight. The giant boy put one arm around the back of Morosov's head and the other beneath his legs and effortlessly lifted the Russian into a cradle carry.
With the Russian in his arms, Seu began to flex his biceps and chest and tightened his grip. Morosov tried to power out of the hold by straining every muscle in any direction.
Seu increased intensity, as the 18 year old began to overpower this Russian man. Morosov's head was being pushed into his knees. His air flow was being cut off by the pressure around his head and neck. He began to not be able to keep his eyes open.
Feeding from the strength being drained from the body of his opponent, Seu flexed even harder while the Russian wimpered in his arms.
With a last effort, Morosov attempted to gather his strength and power out one more time. Seu matched and then overpowered this effort and flexed harder. He was crushing this Russian.
Dimlee sensed that Morosov may be helpless and approached the fighters. From his short stature he could barely see over Seu's forearm and read the face of the Russian. It appeared the Russian was barely breathing and his eyes were closed. Seu had little expression on his face. He showed no mercy, while pulling all the strength out of his Russian opponent and devouring it. The feeling made Seu's cock twitch.
Dimlee was pulling at Seu's forearm. Seu barely noticed. The Russian was in dire condition.
The Master then motioned towards a portion of the crowd where emerged a young Asian boy under the employ of the fight club. He wore a backpack which he unstrapped and shuffled through the contents of.
Seu had not lessened this grip at all and the Russian had faded, no longer even fighting for freedom.
From the backpack, the Asian furnished a hand taser. He met Dimlee's eyes and The Master said, "hit him... HIT HIM!"
The boy approached Seu and put the taster in the small of Seu's back and the electric current was transfered. Seu didn't budge. The boy repeated this, now holding the taser against Seu's skin for 5 seconds.
Seu was impervious to it.
 
"Again," Dimlee screamed with panic.
The boy put both hands around the taser and drove it as though he was stabbing with a knife, into Seu's bicep. Seu's muscle strain only intensified, not weakened by the taser's effect. The boy looked up at Seu who met his glare and stuck his tongue far out of his mouth.
Dimlee stood back nervously as he was in fear they would lose the Russian and send back a corpse.
The taser boy pulled the weapon from Seu's bicep and attempted to place it on Seu's tongue. However, he missed his aim as The Tiger was so much taller and ended up tasering Seu's neck.
At first Seu withstood the electric current of the taser. The boy held the taser in place 5 seconds. Now 10 seconds. The taser was getting hot in the boy's hand. After 15 seconds Seu dropped the Russian to the floor, still stuck in the fetal position he had been held in.
The taser boy dropped the taser and began to hold his hand which felt like it was on fire.
Without even placing a hand on his taser-burned neck, Seu turned to the taser boy and picked him up on one shoulder. Seu's bicep popped as he held the boy with one arm. He then took three steps and slammed the poor boy down into the floor boards. The taser boy was immediately unconscious.
Already workers had come and carried the twitching Russian away to the medical room.
Seu rose and stepped towards Dimlee. Keeping the show rolling, Dimlee grabbed Seu's arm and threw it up in victory.
"The Laotian Tiger boy... the unbeatable... Seu!!!"
Dimlee called some workers over to tend to the taser boy. Seu bathed in the favorable cheering and emotion from the crowd. As he strutted around the fighting circle he continuously bounced his pecs without moving his arms even slightly.
Seu had dominated three men tonight thoroughly. They weren't just beaten physically, but they were humiliated. Seu felt some satisfaction from draining the manhood from his opponents. But his sexual appetite was now on his mind. It felt as though it was growing beyond his control.
 

2. Release

The country of Vietnam is the capital of fighting in Southeast Asia. People of all ages enjoy fighting of all sorts. In Hanoi, there are 4 official fight clubs. Men and women travel from all parts of the globe to test their skills and strength in the city known as "Paris of the East."

A microphone is lowered from rafters of a building that was once used as an airplane hangar. A well dressed master of ceremonies moves into the center of the fighting ring. He grasps the mic and addresses the anxious crowd in English.

"Gentlemen, the Perfume Combat Club is the best fighting club in the city of Hanoi. We bring you the best matches with fighters from around the world!"

The crowd was buzzing with some patrons rowdily applauding and stomping, others going over betting slips and the remainder of the night's card, while some were feverishly making cash side bets amongst themselves. 

Standing on the matted floors of the modern fighting circle were two young men native to the area. They looked downward, not wanting to face the crowd. Both boys wore red boxing shorts and no shirts, with bare feet. These men who were in their early 20's, were already seasoned fighters specializing in Muay Thai. 

Speaking smooth and deliberately, the announcer continued.
"From right here in Hanoi city, I bring you two great fighters."
He approached one fighter who just now raised his stare upwards from the floor. 
"Standing 170cm (5"7") and weighing in at 57.7 kg (127lbs), here is Trang!!"
The only response from the fighter was to quickly raise and lower one hand which was heavily wrapped in tape. 

"And his partner, one of three professional fighters in his family, standing 165cm (5'5") and with a body weight of 55kg (121lbs), here is Minh!!"
The young man shrugged his shoulders and bobbed his head to loosen up but didn't break his stare down with the floor. 

The crowd jeered the young fighters with laughter and cat-calls. Both men remained still and appeared to be nervous. They knew they were in trouble on this day but the pay day of 4.7M Vietnamese dong (just over $200 USD) each was enough that they neededn't fight again for a month.  

The announcer cleared his throat for effect and turned towards the unoccupied other side of the fighting circle. 

"And now, our champion fighter that many of you have come to see. A man of such size and power that the Perfume Combat Club only, can bring to you. This man was born in Cali, Colombia, in South America. He was raised as a street fighter where he had never been beaten in his home country."

The crowd were stomping floorboards and bleachers, utilizing various noise-makers and throwing fists in the air while burning with anticipation. 

"Now 23 years old, he has been fighting in Vietnam for one year without having been beaten."

Appearing from a dark hallway and flanked by several handlers was a massive and fierce looking young man. 

"Here he comes! Standing 200.5cm (6'7") and 127kg (280lbs)... Sensei." 

The announcers voice was overpowered by the roar of the crowd as Sensei moved into the fighting cirle. The Colombian had short black hair styled into a hawk in the middle. He was good looking with long eyebrows, but scowling and brooding.

Sensei wore a green satin robe covering a package of traps, pecs, abs and biceps. He was dressed in green boxing shorts that went down to his knees and contained powerful thighs. Once in the circle he derobed and tossed his garb behind him to one of the handlers. 

His outsized opponents, who had not yet built up the courage to meet his eyes, could see his black hightop shoes and green socks. Sensei's calves alone, were almost the size of the waist of his foes.

The announcer officially began the match and dispersed. Feeding from the energy of the crowd was Sensei who was pumping his blood by curling his biceps up and down. The golden color of his skin glistened under the hot lights with his sweat and he appeared to be glowing. 

Trang, who was a bit bigger than Minh, began to approach Sensei, with his arms up and fists clenched. Minh, now visibly scared, followed just behind Trang but was not in a fighting position. 

Trang made the first move as he stepped in to Sensei and delivered a bare-footed kick as high as he could, which landed in the chest. Sensei didn't even move as Trang was knocked backwards and down to the ground. 

Sensei looked directly at Minh who looked back at the ripped Colombian. Minh then turned and attempted to run back to his dressing room. He didn't make it very far as several handlers and a group of spectators grabbed him and practically threw him back towards Sensei which drew a roar from the crowd. 

By now Trang had gotten back to his feet and undeterred, he approached the Colombian and began delivering body shots to the abs and chest. Sensei enjoyed this and looked down at his Asian opponent with an arched eyebrow. 

After a series of punches that had no effect, Trang dropped his hands and looked up at his opponent with confusion. 

Sensei's face turned tight and his eyes piercing, "Nem mesmo Deus pode ajudá-lo agora."

He put his hand around Trang's neck and raised the Asian up in the air with one arm. Sensei turned around to show his power to all eyes. Trang struggled and kicked his feet but Sensei was too strong.

After absorbing the energy of the crowd, Sensei slammed that boy down onto his back so hard that Trang literally bounced. The crowd exploded at the sight of Trang lying on the floor completely motionless.

Sensei then focused his attention on poor Minh, who had nowhere to go. He took a giant step towards Minh and put his hand under the Asian's crotch and hoisted the young man up with one arm. Sensei held Minh in a pre-bodyslam position for a few seconds and then threw him down on top of Trang. 

He crouched down and gathered up both boys in his arms as one would collect a load of firewood, and scooped up the boys together and held them in a cradle-carry position. 

Trang appeared to be lifeless and Minh was muttering words, possibly a prayer. 

Sensei then took three quick steps and angled his body off the ground delivering a power slam that shook the room as much as the collective foot stomping of the assembled crowd. 

Sensei stood up looking like a giant standing beside his two prone opponents. He curled his thumb around the waistband of his boxing shorts and partially pulled them down exposing his semi-hard cock. He began pissing on the two boys and with enough force that the urine could be heard splattering on the bodies from the first row of the bleachers. 

Most of the crowd fell silent as Sensei focused his attention on dehumanizing his beaten opponents.
Then, even though he was still pissing full stream he cut it off as if it was nothing, pulled his shorts back up and addressed the crowd. 

"Let it be known," he said in English. "I am the strongest fighter in this land. I am pure Colombian blood. I am never having been beat."

Sensei turned to face the private box that housed the Fight Club organizers.

"Let my voice be heard this day," he continued. "Bring me Seu. Bring him to me and I will crush him and show the world that I am the best!"

Much of the crowd was now cheering again and Sensei stomped off towards the dressing room. Somebody had adorned his shoulders with the flag of Colombia before exiting the fighting area. 
Before reaching his dressing area, a disheveled and feverish acting Club employee approached Seu talking quickly and loudly.
"You can't do that! You can't do that!"
Sensei put his hand over the man's face and threw him down to the ground with force. 
 

Vientiene, Laos.
Kapono's Gym

Kapono ran a sprawling one floor complex where fighters trained, ate and some even slept. Seu had three days before his next arranged match. The opponent wasn't known to him yet but he was told to hurt the opponent badly and win within one minute. Apparently the betters felt this opponent could survive the first 90 second round and that's the way the betting was going. 

The gym had numerous rooms and was not meant to be a place for training. There was no large room with an open floor plan. Some rooms were set up with floor-matting for sparring. Others were cramped with training equipment or weights. There was a kitchen and a place behind the building to eat. Some rooms were occupied as living quarters for fighters or workers. 

Seu lived across the alley from the gym in a second story, private access apartment. There was a shop below that sold oddities and there were always strange and interesting people coming and going. Seu mostly kept to himself. Living conditions were poor in this area, but he earned enough money from Kapono to rent this clean and well maintained living space. Food was prepared for him at the gym and deducted from his pay. 

Girls were on his mind. They were always on his mind. Kapono had bred Seu to have sex often and arranged for this to happen since a young age. He believed that sexual stimulation helped promote a high production of testosterone, which in turn made Seu a bigger, stronger more aggressive fighter. 

Seu was informed by Kapono the other day that the service which provides the girls for him will no longer be sending any. Seu has difficulty controlling his sex drive and during the act becomes too aggressive. That, coupled with his tremendous size, strength, and stamina, and these girls simply cannot handle him. In fact many of them get hurt and in turn cannot work, so the service is discontinuing having Seu as a client.

"Rrraaahhh... rrraaahhh... rrraaahhh," Seu growled and he finished his bench press set. The boy had a deep voice and liked to listen to himself grunt when lifting weights. He was surrounded by three teenage boys all younger than he, who aided the fighters in their training at the gym. Many of these boys are training to be fighters themselves. 

"How much is on the bar," he demanded as he sat up. One of the boys counted the cement blocks and figured an answer in his head. "There is 130kg (286 lbs) mister," the boy spoke loudly trying to act tough.
Seu grabbed one of the boys by the arm who was closest to him and pulled him in to within six inches from his face. 
"Do I look like a fucking girl to you?" Then he released the boy who stumbled backwards.
Seu demanded "put some weight... on the fucking bar!"

Two of the boys scrambled into the process of adding some cement blocks on to the bar. This room was small and had one bench for lifting and several bars leaning against the wall, with cement blocks of all shapes and sizes on the floor. 

"Here's 150kg (330 lbs) mister," said one of the boys while he playfully punches Seu's arm. 
"Fuck," said Seu, "I should put you bitches on the bar and just lift the three of you."

Seu laid down on the bench and gripped the bar. 

He raised the bar and quickly dropped it to his chest and with no expression on his face busted out three reps in three seconds. "Rrraaahhh, rrraaahhh, rrraaahhh..." 
Seu hit six reps and paused. Then he powered through three more reps and dropped the bar rattling around on the holders of the weight bench. 

Seu sat up and one of the boys towelled his forehead, "you see that shit boys? Someday when you grow a cock you will be able to do that too," he chuckled to himself as he rested a moment. 

Kapono entered the room and the three boys stood at attention. 
"What do you want? I'm training," Seu snorted. 

"I found a new escort service that can help you," Kapono stated proudly. "I told you I would take care of you, just as I always have."

"I don't need it. Tonight I'm gonna fuck these three bitches," Seu said as he stood up and checked out his hair in a body-length mirror that hung on the wall. 

Kapono continued, "the only problem is these ladies charge an exorbinant amount. Three times more than before."

Sue grabbed one of the boys who is 15, by both of the boys arms and casually starting to curl the kid up and down as a human barbell. 

Kapono took a step in to the room. "This is serious boy. We will have to get creative. The usual matches won't do. Not if we must pay these prices to keep you satisfied."

"No problem bossman," Seu said as he continued to rep the boy up and down. 
"That's what I do, I fight and I fuck," he winked at the boy in front of him who smirked back at him. These boys had a general admiration for Seu as he was a strong fighter whom they wanted to emmulate. 

"You will go to the address tonight," said Kapono, "Mana will take you."
"Mana?," questioned Seu. "What the fuck's he going with me for." Seu dropped his human weight onto his feet and jostled his dark hair with his hand to thank him. 
"You know you are not to go anywhere alone you are always a target," Kapono warned.
"Fuck," said Seu. "I would be more protected bringing this little shit with me," as he picked up the 15 year old and gave him a pretend bear hug.
"Mana," Kapono responded, already out of the room. "That's final."

Seu dropped the boy and made a one arm bicep flex down low which popped like a rock. All three boys took turns putting their hands on it to feel how hard it was. 

Kapono was right of coarse. There were many fighting venues that would see an increase in their revenues if they could convince Seu to fight for them, or even kidnap him and force him to fight. Some of these fighters found themselves not much different than slaves. Or, if somebody had the nerve and ability to hurt Seu where he could no longer fight, then Kapono's market share would decrease and spread out amongst the competition. 

Mana and Seu set out later that night and found the escort service which operated on the second floor of a dance club and bar which served as a front for the operation. Mana had detailed instructions that had to be committed to memory. There was a separate entrance and quite a bit of codeword work and passing thru one check point after another to get down the side alley, into the door, up the stairs, thru another door, thru a front room... and so on.

Mana was a fighter at one time in his life but now was around 40 and had a family and worked as one of Kapono's top handlers and "delivery men." He is a diminutive man who even in his fighting days would have topped out at 60kg (132 lbs). He dressed well, talked smoothly and carried no weapons. 
When in public, Seu was ordered to dress in very loose-fitting attire. Kapono didn't want anybody to be able to notice the musculature of his body, so that he would not attract attention. He would often wear a hoody, even in the heat of the day. 
Tonight he wore a white, long-sleeve dress shirt over baggy khaki pants and brown shoes. No underwear. 

Finally, an elegant and very pretty, middle aged lady appeared once it seemed that all of the protocol had been satisfied. She wore a welcoming smile but said nothing more than "follow me."
The three moved down a darkly lit hallway that had traditional music piped in. There were unnumbered hotel style doors on each side with peepholes for spying out into the hallway. Once madam had reached her destination she softly knocked on the door, and then brandished a set of keys with which she used to open the door. 

Before entering, madam made a statement. "All of our clients have very special needs and we understand your needs in great detail. As you may have noticed we do not use given names here and any name spoken will be ficticious. Within the room you will see an intercom on the wall which you may use to ring for me. If there is anything your require, your madam has the ability to get it for you. We want your experience to be fully enjoyable. Now, I do have instruction to ask that you both enter the room."
She left the door ajar and motioned with her arm to enter while bowing her head. 
Mana started in to the room and Seu followed behind. 
 
The room had a hand painted decor of jungle and wild animals on the walls under soft track lighting. One half of the room was thickly carpeted and contained a circular bed with black satin sheets and night stands, a large padded floor mat with pillows, a sofa and a cabinet that served as a dresser.  The other side of the room had white tile flooring and featured an undrawn whirlpool bathtub, various dumbells and weights on the floor, a weight bench, some sort of two door storage cabinet and an open door which led to what was apparently a bathroom. 

"My God," Mana gasped. Seu's eyes lit up. Standing in the center of the room was the tallest asian girl either had ever seen. She did have on three inch high heels but even without them she would tower Mana and stand almost eye to eye with Seu. She wore skintight stretch pants that bulged at the thigh and calf, not as big but similar to how Seu looks. She wore a sports bra that seemed to be stretched to its maximum to hold in large, round breasts with nipples pushing thru the fabric. 
The woman had an angel face with big lips and a small nose, defined abs, muscular arms, a hint of traps, and broad, capped shoulders. She stood there confidently, chest out, hands on her hips with a half smile. 

She made eye contact with Seu. She spoke first. "I know why YOU are here," she said. 
"You can call me Sing as I am from Singapore if you care."
Then she took a step forward, her dyed blonde hair shining under the track light.
Sing's face turned to a pouty frown, "those little girls keep breaking when you get on top of them," she said in a derisive tone.
She threw her head back, her expression changed to one of cocky confidence, "I don't break."

Sing raised one eyebrow. "Perhaps a demonstration?"

Uninvited, she stepped to Mana and put her fingers in his mouth pulling him by the jaw as she walked backwards, forcing him to come with her. Seu stood there mesmerized by this female equivalent of himself and couldn't wait to see what she would do. 

The amazon then released her grip on Mana and backhanded him right across the face.
"I DO know how to hit like a man," she said in Seu's direction, "but this wimp don't look like he can take it."
She copped both hands on either side of Mana's head and forced his face into her breasts to the point where Mana was struggling to breath. The much shorter man began flailing his arms wildly, slapping the Asian girls biceps and shoulders, even strinking her in the mouth. She just absorbed his efforts with a grin on her face. 
"I bet he's never seen tits this big on a woman in his life," she said to Seu knowing this is turning him on. 
Mana was barely able to breathe and was gasping loudly, his lack of oxygen magnified by his futile attempts to push the strong Asian away from him. 
Sing pulled his head out from her tits making a loud smacking sound as she did it. She pushed his head down and stepped over him, straddling his torso, then closing her thighs against the outmuscled man. Her thigh muscles bulged as she squeezed Mana's body between her legs. 
"Yeah," she said to Seu while licking her lips, "We grow them a bit bigger in Singapore than these skinny-ass rice eating bitches down here."

With no expression, she squeezed her thighs to the maximum and the pain caused Mana to throw his legs into the air, as the amazon held his entire body weight off the ground with her thighs. 

Seu had a steady stream of pre-cum running up his erected shaft which was pushing against the button of his pants and forming a dark wet spot on the front of his slacks. 

Sing noticed this. "Oh my, I don't think you can wait much longer." 
She realeased her grip on the ailing Mana and he collapsed to the floor. Then she grabbed him by the hair and half picked him up and half dragged him over to the door which was left open after the party had entered the room. 
"End of demo," she said, as she tossed Mana into the hallway and softly closed the door. 

Sing then walked past Seu running her finger along his jawline as she did this and stepped over near the weight bench. She turned and faced Seu with a satisfied grin on her face. 

Seu felt like his cock was going to tear thru his pants.

Sing then began to roll down her yoga pants, wiggling her hips side to side as she did this, until the pants were down to the top of her knees. She stood up tall, fully exposed vagina, leading down to her muscular, bare thighs. 

"Now that my light work is over, time to start the heavy work."

Then, she appeared to be concentrating on something, yet not moving her body. 

Seu was astonished to see something silver, and hard, cap out of her vagina. Then a moment later, a Ben Wa ball was muscled out of her vagina so hard that it shout out about 12 inches (30cm) and landed on the tile floor loudly, rolling until it settled into a gap in the tile.  

Sing put her hand over her mouth sheepishly, "Sorry, just one more."

Then the woman produced a second Ben Wa ball from her vaginal wall and ejected it a similar distance bounding onto the tile floor. 

She raised one eyebrow. "Ready to have some fun? I wanna see what a man can do."
 

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I really liked the power and dominance that Seu showed, but it was against lesser competition, I personally would've liked to see someone far bigger and muscular than him come in, to show that his training is superior, despite him being the smaller one in the contest. The shock to the audience when Seu is met with someone taller, heavier, wider, more muscular than him, but witnessing Seu take him apart with seeming ease would mean all that much more. But that's not to say that I didn't enjoy how he destroyed the guys he did, or the ways he did it, I did like it, but again, the impact was fairly lesser because of how much bigger he was than them.

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Ro, I think Seu is filled with rage. He is always needing an outlet to release that. Adults are using him for their entertainment and financial gain. Laos is a dangerous and at times brutal place. And Seu is a bringer of pain.

 

Iceman, Seu doesn't control who he fights. The Masters are always looking to satisfy the customers. Seu is a tremendous earner for those guys. But there are others such as yourself who are calling for better equipped opponents for Seu. It's also difficult in Laos to find a man of his size and build. He has excellent genetics and has been breed to fight and conquer. Morosov is a pretty strong young man who has been fighting on the Asian circuit and came to Laos specifically to fight Seu. And Seu ate him up. Stay tuned for more.

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9 hours ago, altramax said:

MrAlice, Seu loves to hurt people, ALL people. We will see what The Masters have in store for him in the future.

I wanna see him hurt everyone :)

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It looks like Seu foun d match. That fight will be apetty good one to read and also lets see if Sing can satisfy the big man or would the fight with Sensei give him more?

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