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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.