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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.
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