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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.

My big dream when I was eleven or twelve and watching TV wrestling was doing sleepers. I moved on to BG East, Thunders Arena, and the world of underground VIDS when I got older. I took bjj where I learned to do the sleeper right and practiced it with others. At the gym I’d look at younger guys and try seeing them with their clothes off in the locker room without being caught. Or I’d try to imagine what it would feel like with someone’s big bicep in my neck or overwhelming me with their strength and wrestling until I passed out. But that was never enough—no, never. The more it went on and the more I got, the more I needed to have.
At my old gym I saw this guy doing squats wearing a t-shirt that had pro-wrestling on it. Once he heard I was into sleepers, he’d go for me in the hallway or in the locker room—anywhere he could get me– but I always got away. Then he hit me hard when I was walking on campus. I flipped him over my back the first time, but the second time he I was tired from something, and he put me out. It hurt when someone did it to me, but it was like a shot of heroin in the arm, and I’d always go back for more. When I got up, there was cum in my pants.
Another dude I met at my old gym was short but had huge shoulders and arms– like 18-inches. He was one of the few that came the closest to someone cut out of a muscle mag I ever saw. Before I could stop myself, I asked him to wrestle, but he said he’d do but was “too busy” or something. That’s just how it is when you have the fetish enough. He said, though, he had someone he said he was training who could do it. It turned out to be some blond guy I met in the locker room with his shirt off just the other day. A few days on he jumped on my back while I was working out in the weight room, put his arm around my neck, and was choking me out. I was able to flip him out onto the floor. Otherwise, he was going to put me out! I knew I’d hit on another guy with a fetish who behaved like he was back in junior high.
The next time I saw the big muscle guy in the gym, we went back to the mat room together. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts to start. I could see he was a better wrestler than me, but at first appeared to be letting me take the upper hand. Then he stopped, and he pulled his shirt off. His pecs were sticking out as much as everything else. I wouldn’t even hazard guess how many roids he takes. Then we were back at it again, and he was really trying this time. Suddenly, his bicep was over my neck under one side of the chin. Right away I could feel myself slipping!
After that I moved out-of-town and for a long time went back to just fantasizing and videos. But the beat inside me wouldn’t stop. I kept looking for guys to wrestle at my new gym like before, and I bought a wrestling mat for my spare room. It took a long time before I found a guy who said he did submission wrestling at church camp and was willing to do it. There must be something about me or guys I picked to wrestle, because we always end up wanting the same thing.
We agreed to keep in touch and exchanged e-mails. I wanted to convince him to do a sleeper match and sent him some pictures from off the net. He said he was religious, and I tried to make it look as straight as possible. The only rule was you go for as many sleepers and chokes as you can and wear your opponent down and to put them out. No tap outs allowed after the third to a choke or sleeper.
He didn’t know as much wrestling as I did, especially the kinky kind of stuff I showed him. But like the other guys I wrestled, it soon turned out he was as hot as I was. He started out with his pinning me several times, once with a roll up and then a cradle. I escaped, and we went on to the front choke. He’d wrapped his legs around mine and wrapped his arms around my neck. I could feel his dick right over mine. “I wanted start you out feeling good,” he said, like he knew from the start what I was up to.
Getting more serious, he tried some Ezekiel sleepers (i.e., his elbow across my neck). It hurt a lot, but I was always able to roll out. Then he put his hand over my mouth and nose, and then came the foot chokes. Standing back up, he took hold of my arm while he pressed down with his foot on my neck, or he put his foot over my mouth and nose like he did with his hand. Or he’d hold my leg and put his foot underneath my chin, or his big toes into my carotid. He kept trying to open my mouth and stick his toe in to make me choke. He had the biggest sleeper foot fetish for sure!
After a couple of leg triangle from his guard and crunching my head into his crotch until I couldn’t breathe, I was barely able to escape. Going into the final stretch, he went for multiple rear chokes. I kept my head down to keep him away from my carotids and roll out. But I was so tired my now, I couldn’t do that much. When he got me again, he squeezed my jaw with his arm which hurt a lot. After getting away so many times, he rolled me over, put his foot up against the wall so I couldn’t roll out of it again, and gagged me with his hand. When I was almost out, he sat me up and finished me with a rear choke.
When I came to, my crotch was wet with my cum. The next time I saw him in the gym, he gripped my vertebral arteries from behind, I and started me feeling horny again. “Did you enjoy jacking off after we were done?” he said.
My face turned red. I denied it, even though I was lying. A few more years of working out, and he was 250 lbs. and had 20-inch arms. He wanted to wrestle him again. That was too soon after my surgery and couldn’t, and he moved away after that. Later, I chatted with some super heavy guys on the net who do sleepers. I wrestled this one super heavy guy in my bjj class at my old gym. I remember we started face-to-face, and he easily knocked me down with his weight, pinned me, and rolled me over, and put me in a sleeper. I remember how I could feel myself going as soon as he put his thick arm around my neck and was barely able to escape in time. Hot sleepers always win!

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!

He weighed 320 and was a powerlifting phenomenon. He did wrestling on his own, though. Someone who knew him told me he was all about power and control and putting you down. A lot of guys were afraid of him, but some like myself had a strange attraction to the whole thing and couldn’t resist.
“Dare to try your luck, bud!” he said when I called. “Go ahead. I take on anyone.”
That was all there was to it. We met in the wrestling room at his old high school. Since he was a former athlete, he could use it anytime it was free. It was out back of the high school and he had a key. He told me to wear whatever I liked, but he always wrestled in his underwear. He was there warming up when I got there already.
“I’m going to put you to sleep, bud, ” he said laughing, flexing in front of me with his big arm, flabby pecs, and his belly sticking out as if to show me how invincible he was.
I was already in my shorts ready to go and rushed him, trying to get the advantage. I knocked him back a few feet, but a split second later he came rushing back at me. With all his weight, he knocked me into the wall like he was a ten ton truck, an stuck his belly into me.
“Let’s see how long you last,” he said, laughing again.
Without waiting for me to recover, he put me in a side headlock, squeezing even more of the life out of me. I could feel myself sinking and tried everything to get away. But it was like being strangled by a python. Death was written on the wall!
A minute or so later he threw me down on the mat and came down on my chest. It wasn’t that hard, but as much as he weighed, it hurt. He sat himself down just above the middle, his legs on either side and his belly bulging over me. Next, he came down with his chest over my head, and wrapped his arms around my neck. I tried did everything to get away, but I kept slipping away.
All-of-a-sudden, he grabbed me by the arm, turned me over on my back. He put his fat arm around my neck and wrapped his fat legs around my waist. The second I felt his arm around me, I started going out…

I first saw Rob at the gym on a Saturday during my work-out. To put it mildly, I hadn’t been doing too much lately. I needed some new hot blood, meaning a body to go against, choke me, and KO me if they could. I’d been looking for the right guy at this place for some time– never with any kind of luck. That day there was this new guy there. He was young, had some definite muscle, long, uncombed black hair sticking out, and a sour looking face.
“A sleaze, a mug,” I thought to myself. A lot of those who worked out there just weren’t my type, and I figured this guy wasn’t, either.
He reminded me of the last guy I wrestled. I met him at the last gym I belonged in Texas. He was tall, strong, and he had long-hair, too.
“You look like a professional wrestler,” I said, going up to him. He laughed, and came back with he’d wrestled submissions during at summer camp before. I asked him if he was looking for more. “Yah, sure,” he said. “Just no way I could.”
He’d come and go always wearing sandals, and sometimes a T-shirt saying “My feet” something or other. I asked him what moves he liked. He’d told me flat out he what he really loved was foot strangling, nelsons, and chin locks.
“I’m a big sleeper fan,” I said. “I like guys to try to put me out in as many ways as possible. I have a mat at my place. Want to come over something?”
Next weekend he did. Holding my leg, he stuck his foot underneath my chin. And holding my hand tight in a wrist lock, he smothered my mouth and nose with his foot. I escaped from all his foot chokes, but not before the strangulation got to me. If he tried a direct choke or sleeper I always held my head down, and couldn’t get me to submit to that, either. Finally, he wore me way down. That’s when he put his arm around my chin. and locked it tight with a grip from behind. Anyone who’s had the chin lock knows how painful it is. All the times as I escaped, he’d get me again. Finally, he turned me over, smothered my face in the mat, and put his foot up against the wall for support to keep me from rolling over. I tapped I don’t know how many times before he let go. As soon as I sat up, he put the sleeper on behind.
A couple of times he contacted me, and he wanted to do it over again. Only thing, he’d put on more muscle, and weighed over 250 pounds. I was sick for a long time, too and then he moved away.
Now back to the new guy at the gym. His name was Rob. Just before I left I went to the bathroom. There he was with his shirt off flexing in the mirror. I’d never seen muscles like that before on someone that young. He was huge –a good 250 pounds, all muscle, and must have biceps eighteen inches or more.
“You compete in bodybuilding?” I said, breaking my silence. He did. Next, the big question. “You into other sports?”
“Sure, MMA and jujitsu. I have a brown belt in jujitsu.”
“Ever put anybody out?” I had to ask .
“A lot,” he answered. “One of my favorites. Why do you ask? Want me to do it to you?”
“Maybe,” I said, trying not to give myself away too fast to a stranger. “Where do you wrestle?” I asked
“Right now at home. I have a mat there.”
“It must be hard wrestling a guy like you.”
“Very hard, I end up putting a lot of guys out. It takes about six seconds.
I nodded, thinking I’d like to see him do it to me. The next time I came Rob was there, too. I was looking one way doing the bicep curl machine. Without my noticing, he came up behind, and wrapped his arms around my neck.
The time had come. My nature was calling.