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I never knew how wicked fun an extended hold could be until one fateful night during freshman year in college

On my first night, my roommate and I were throwing down drinks. The guy was super ripped at over 6 feet tall and somewhere around 200 lbs of solid muscle. Looked like that guy you would never want to have as an enemy. Turned out he was on his high-school varsity football team and was also the all-state wrestling champion. I remember thinking the guy could snap me like a twig. Having a few drinks in my system, I gave him shit about how "everyone" knows wrestling is fake, the submission moves are all staged, etc. He laughed and said anytime I wanted to place a friendly wager, he'd welcome the chance to prove "everyone" wrong, starting with me. I shrugged it off saying that since I was not the caliber athlete he was, I couldn't win a match just by virtue of his size, strength, and experience. He laughed again and said we can just make it trying out a submission hold to see whether or not it's bullshit. Now I laughed at him and said that another time perhaps. I wouldn't feel right taking his money the first night in college.

Towards the end of midterms we were back in our dorm one night studying. Decided to take the rest of night off and drink a bit to blow off some steam. He was channel surfing and ended up watching some WWF. An hour later, and definitely buzzed, I'm telling him that all this shit is fake. He reminded of the bet he offered that first night to try out a hold and asked if I felt more comfortable about taking his his money now that we had been roommates for awhile. I said that if he's for a second to give me his cash, then the least I can do is take it off of his hands. But promised that I would put it towards a night of drinking that I don't want his money. He said that sounded cool to him. Asked if I wanted to try out any hold in particular. I told him they're all bullshit so doesn't matter to me. About a minute later he points to the tv and asks if "this" one works. I said I don't even know what it is. He said it's called the camel clutch. I told him that's kind of a dumb name. He said he'd try his best to change my opinion. I told him he's a bigger asshole than that sheik guy if he thinks he's going to change my opinion.

The bet was this: After not submitting for one minute in a camel clutch, he'd hand over $100.

He locked me in and leaned back and put on some pressure. It was pretty tight but not too bad. At the half way point - he said I'm doing good for a guy at an intensity level of 1. He cranked it up more and all I started to grunt. He called 10 seconds and cranked it quickly as he counted down and I submit with two seconds left. He let up the pressure laughed and said that it was pathetic that I made it to level 4 of intensity on a fake hold.

I said he proved his point and can let me out. But he added back some pressure and said that we only agreed on what happens when I didn't submit. But now that I've lost, we have to agree on what I lost. I said that's bullshit. He reminded that in our business class we had a session on negotiations. That the best results are when both are sides are equal, but the results get skewed when one side has some leverage. I had my chance when we had equal footing prior to the bet, but now I can learn what happens when one side has a disadvantage. I told him that's ridiculous. He said we'll see how ridiculous it is if I want out of the camel clutch any time soon and put the pressure back on and much more intense than it was during the bet.

How about $150? I told him to fuck off. He said if I think more is fair he's not opposed. Said he'd be fine with $200 but before I agree, that we should take a minute to think about it and neither one of us say a word. Then he leaned back. I grunted and he told me to shut the fuck up while he's thinking and it's now $250. He let up and asked if we're in agreement. I responded by saying it's not like I have a choice. He said I didn't ask if you had a choice, I asked if we're in agreement. So now the offer is $300 and the $100 towards a night of drinking feels right to him. And said he was going to give me another minute to think about it and put the pressure back on.

It was a long minute. And he let up. And said - now experiencing an intensity level of 6 - are we in agreement or do I need to experience more intensity? I said I agreed. He let up the pressure and laughed. Still think this shit is fake? I said no. He then said that he hadn't forgot that I said he was a bigger asshole than the sheik. What's that going to cost me - I asked. He said - nothing. He'd give me 7 minutes at an intensity level on the house and leaned right back again. It was a total world of hurt that I found myself in. Then finally he let the pressure back up. He asked if I wanted to play again next week after the mid-terms. I moaned no. He leaned back and said to take another minute to rethink my position.

This is absolutely true. It was insane. And hot at the same time. Wasn't even sexual. It was just pure dominance. And a pure mind fucking being totally powerless and at someone else's mercy and having to go along with anything he demanded. I told him I wanted no part of another round with him - but I came to crave it. And we played several different versions of this throughout the year as roommates. And each time he founds ways to fuck with my head and piss me off. And I loved and hated every second of it!