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 like to 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’d turn me on for a long time afterwards. You might just as well say I was an addicted, I guess
“How many guys have you KO-ed” I gulped.
“About 20 so far. I love doing strangling—I mean sleepers I’ve been doing since I was 12 whenever I can find someone to do it to.”
“How much do you weigh? Stats?”
“350 and 6’3,” he said, flexing his arm. “I don’t usually work-out. I’m just naturally strong. Why do you want do know? Do you want to take me on?”
I was a little nothing compared to him—200 lbs., middle aged and aging. I’ve done weights and BJJ in the past. But here was my chance. There aren’t that many guys into sleepers around.
“Well,” he said. “Give me a yes or no,” he said, putting his arm around my neck and giving me a little squeeze. My cock came alive. Mother nature was calling!
“There’s a storeroom in back that has an old mat,” he said. “We can go there. I have a friend who works here. I’ll go ask him for the key.”
He came back in a couple of minutes. We walked over to the far side of the gym where there was a locked door. He opened it with the key, and we went in. An old. Fraying wrestling mat was laid out on the floor, and all kinds of gym stuff was in back up against the wall.
I took off my shirt. I was in my gym shorts and so was he. We got down on the mat and faced off. He wasn’t more than a few feet from me. Now, I was scared more than anything else. His belly was so big he could win just by putting his weight on top of me, and his legs, shoulders and arms were huge. I tried to move back, but he grabbed my arm before I got very far and put me in a monster headlock.
He must have had me half-way out when he threw me on the mat and sat on my chest. It felt like a gorilla was sitting on my chest. Right away, he wrapped one of his big arms around my neck. I could feel myself losing it the second he did. I wrestled one heavy guy before—maybe about 250 instead of 350 lbs.—and felt the same way when he put his arms around my neck, and 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 with him, swung around my back, and grabbed me around the neck in a rear choke. After he started shaking my head, it made me so dizzy I could do anything.
Who wants to wrestle the Sleeper?
jwest1111 (0)
2022-07-20 00:35A Complete Strangulation Job if You Want It
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 like to 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’d turn me on for a long time afterwards. You might just as well say I was an addicted, I guess
“How many guys have you KO-ed” I gulped.
“About 20 so far. I love doing strangling—I mean sleepers I’ve been doing since I was 12 whenever I can find someone to do it to.”
“How much do you weigh? Stats?”
“350 and 6’3,” he said, flexing his arm. “I don’t usually work-out. I’m just naturally strong. Why do you want do know? Do you want to take me on?”
I was a little nothing compared to him—200 lbs., middle aged and aging. I’ve done weights and BJJ in the past. But here was my chance. There aren’t that many guys into sleepers around.
“Well,” he said. “Give me a yes or no,” he said, putting his arm around my neck and giving me a little squeeze. My cock came alive. Mother nature was calling!
“There’s a storeroom in back that has an old mat,” he said. “We can go there. I have a friend who works here. I’ll go ask him for the key.”
He came back in a couple of minutes. We walked over to the far side of the gym where there was a locked door. He opened it with the key, and we went in. An old. Fraying wrestling mat was laid out on the floor, and all kinds of gym stuff was in back up against the wall.
I took off my shirt. I was in my gym shorts and so was he. We got down on the mat and faced off. He wasn’t more than a few feet from me. Now, I was scared more than anything else. His belly was so big he could win just by putting his weight on top of me, and his legs, shoulders and arms were huge. I tried to move back, but he grabbed my arm before I got very far and put me in a monster headlock.
He must have had me half-way out when he threw me on the mat and sat on my chest. It felt like a gorilla was sitting on my chest. Right away, he wrapped one of his big arms around my neck. I could feel myself losing it the second he did. I wrestled one heavy guy before—maybe about 250 instead of 350 lbs.—and felt the same way when he put his arms around my neck, and 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 with him, swung around my back, and grabbed me around the neck in a rear choke. After he started shaking my head, it made me so dizzy I could do anything.
Who wants to wrestle the Sleeper?
Nacho2 (3)
2022-07-20 10:05(Som svar till detta)
Amazing history!