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For a lack of anything better to do, I started watching TV wrestling around eleven or twelve. To tell the truth, most of it bored me, except for the headlocks and sleepers from big guys. It wasn’t until much later I discovered Adrian Adonis, but he was exactly what I liked. The 300 lbs. of fat and muscle, his thick arms, how he liked putting guys out. and the pain on their face as they went—those were totally hot for me then and forever!

Myself, I was nothing– a weakling—always last in my gym class, never able to catch a baseball, and so on-and-on. I tried to avoid sports as much as I could, but from time-to-time I wanted to wrestle somebody. I’d always lose, but TV wrestling and sleepers kept pounding away in my head.
When I saw guys with big biceps or met someone in wrestling, I’d think about what it’d be like if they gave me the sleeper. And at night when I was going to sleep, I’d have hot fantasies about it. Even when I was doing something else or nothing, it would force itself upon me every day.
The real thing had to happen, and it did soon as I started working out at a gym. There was this one guy who was always doing preacher curls in the back. Except for the muscle mags, his biceps were the thickest I’d ever seen in anyone that young. That gym wasn’t air conditioned, it was summer, and it was hot, and he had his shirt off. He was tall, had big shoulders, a flat chest, and a stomach that stuck out slightly, probably more from muscle than fat.
Every time I saw him, I thought of a nice juicy sleeper. Then one day, it hit me, and I blurted out I wanted him to choke me out. I didn’t know what he’d think, but he said he would! He was too busy then, but the next time he saw me he would.
Next time I was at the gym, he snuck up behind me when I was doing something. I felt sharp pain as his thick arm choked off my air and blood and smelled the stench of his pit as I went out. Then, as I lay on the floor breathing hard, everyone was laughing at me, and he was gone. Later, he asked if I wanted a full match. I was too afraid to go any further, but my head was spinning with hot fantasies of what it would be like wrestling somebody like him.
I never asked anyone again if they would choke me out right away. I’d them ask instead about wrestling or martial arts, trying to lead up to it, but I never found anyone else who wanted to do it. The urge kept building to another “had to” moment. This time I had to have a full match with sleepers.
One day I chanced upon some guys doing BJJ at the gym. When they finished, I asked if I could try. I lost, but it turned out the one I wrestled was an instructor in a martial arts club. I joined, and I found someone to practice with on the weekends. He had a black belt in another martial art and wrestled in high school. He was especially good at leg chokes. We must have gone on meeting regularly for over a year, and he must have almost choked me out a hundred times. My fantasies afterwards were great!
There was another guy I met in the weight room at the same gym. He was just medium sized but must have had the strength of ten men! He could do almost all the weights on every machine there, and he did the most on free-weight! We were in a Judo class there together, too, where we were practicing a technique where you try to choke someone, and the other guy tried to escape, but I could never hold him. I let out how we were practicing sleeper holds on the weekends and invited him to come.
Soon, he was trying to grab me to put me out anywhere he saw me. He also showed up at our regular weekend practice matches with my partner. I thought he would be just too much for me and asked him to leave, but he kept on coming back. He’d get up real close when my partner and I were wrestling, and he’d tell him to stop letting me tap and put me out. He said he would never let me tap, and challenged me, saying I was afraid of him (like I was).
After he came so many times, my regular partner decided to give me over to him. We faced off, and he grabbed my arm and threw me against the pads on the walls at the side of the room. He started punching my abs, and I fell over. By then I was already pretty much gone, but he had me stand up, and started all over again. I’m not sure exactly what happened next, but he got the better of me. It ended with him and my regular partner pulling me up and him taking me out in a sleeper from standing up.
I moved to a new state, and it took a long time before I met anyone willing to do sleeper wrestling with me again. He was training for a body building contest, and he already had a large neck and chest and very strong legs. I could always escape his sleepers until after a while he wore me down. He turned me over, put his leg up against the wall so I couldn’t roll him, and gagged my mouth and nose, and took me out.
He wanted to do it all over again later. By then he had 20” arms and weighed around 250. He said that now that he was stronger, he wanted a chance to bearhug me. After that we’d fight over a rope to tie the other up, and then strangle them out. That would take it all to a new level. If I’d hadn’t had surgery a while back, and lost a lot of strength, I might have done it. He moved away afterwards, and I regretted not wrestling with him before he left. Since then, I’ve had some hot conversations with super heavyweights (300 lbs. plus) on Meet Fighters. They told me how they got the sleeper addiction through TV wrestling the same way I did and became hooked as 12 or 17 after they put their first guy out. And so, back to Adrian Adonis where I started.