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I first caught sight of him in the gym one day. He was new, and I’d never seen him before. He looked like he was only eighteen or so and had on a cut down tank-top, showing off his huge belly, big nips, and his muscles. I could tell he was arguing with someone, but I was too far away to hear most of what they said, and only heard one word–“fight.”
I stared at him, and before long he stared back at me. About ten minutes went by, and I went to the bathroom to take a piss. There he was his shirt off flexing his big arms in the mirror. I’d never seen guns like that on someone his age and so much fat sticking out like he was some beast.
“I saw you looking at me before,” he said. “And maybe you’d be interested. I love to wrestle guys and put them in holds. Maybe you missed wrestling around when you were growing up and want me to do it with you.”
“Like MMA or wrestling on TV, you mean?” I said.
“Yeah, that kind of stuff. But let me tell you so you’ll know what you’re getting into—I try to put all the guys I wrestle to sleep, and I’m darn good at it, too!”
He couldn’t have known about my secret when he said that or maybe he could. It started when I was about ten and saw guys on TV wrestling and putting on headlocks and sleepers. Something inside my head must have clicked. I’d think about it a lot, especially when I saw guys who I’d like to do it to me. I was always looking out for them on the street—everywhere. A few of those in my class at school had big biceps they’d flex all the time, and it practically drove me nuts because I’d want to do it so much. Later, when I took BJJ, I found guys to do it with. They were always stronger or better, and I’d always lose. But it was hot, and it’d turn me on for a long time afterwards.
“How many guys did you KO-ed?” I said, dying to know.
“About 20 so far. I love strangling guys—I mean sleepers. I’ve been doing since I was 12 whenever I can find someone to do it with. Not that many are into it.”
“How much do you weigh? What are your stats?”
“Three-hundred-and fifty pounds; and 6’3,” he said. “I don’t usually work-out. I’m just naturally strong. Do you want to take me on? Think I can’t put you to sleep?”
It was true. I’d be nothing up against him—middle aged and aging. I’ve done weights and BJJ before, but time marches on. From experience with guys with big arms like his, I know I’d be gone seconds after he put in his arm around my neck. But he was right about one thing. There aren’t that many guys into sleepers.
“Well,” he said. “Give me a yes or no. There’s a storeroom in back that has an old mat. We can go in there. I have a friend who works here. I’ll ask him for the key.”
Then he put his arm around my neck and gave it a little squeeze. “Sure,” I said, as my cock came alive.
He stepped away and was back with the key in a few minutes. We went to the other side of the gym where there was a door that was locked, and he opened it with the key. He opened it with the key, we went in, and he turned on the light. An old, torn wrestling mat was laid out on the floor, and all kinds of gym stuff was in back up against the wall.
I took my shirt off. I was in my gym shorts and so was he. We got down on the mat and faced each other. He wasn’t more than a few feet away. All-of-a-sudden, I was scared. His belly was so big maybe he could win just by putting his weight on top of me, and his legs, shoulders and arms were monstrous compared to mine. I tried to move back, but he stuck his arm to grab me before I could get very far. Before I knew he had me in a monster headlock.
His headlock practically had me out when he threw me down on the mat and sat down on my chest at the level of my solar plexus. I tried to raise my hips to get him off, but it was like a full-sized gorilla sitting on my chest. Next thing he came down so that his body was just above my shoulders and wrapped one of his big arms around my neck. I could feel myself losing it the second he did. I wrestled a heavy guy before—maybe about 250 instead of 350 lbs.—and felt the same way when he put his arms around my neck. He wasn’t that strong, but I was barely able to get him off before I went out, but his fat completely covered my neck and all the veins and arteries.
All-of-a-sudden, he stood half-way up and pulled me up, and swung around in back, put his knee in my back, and grabbed me around the neck. By that time, I was too far gone to do much of anything, and he started shaking my head, making me so dizzy I could do anything. The Sleeper!!! A complete strangulation match if you want one!