Fantastic Island, Part 2K: “Kim’s Match-up On The Bed”
Standing in front of York, waiting for him to conclude some last minute detail regarding today’s upcoming match with Ben, I reflected on yesterday’s disappointing loss. I’d been certain that I would prevail, especially in the ring setting I’d chosen. But to my great surprise Ben had won, and he now led one match to zero. Worse yet, this time it was Ben’s turn to choose the setting, rules and attire. I figured the advantage for today was his for sure. Finally, York finished his busywork and looked up from his desk to address me.
“Kimberly. I understand from Benjamin that you lost last night’s match, two rounds to one. I hope you are not too disappointed with this outcome.”
“Yes and no… ‘Yes’ that I lost, but ‘no’ because it was a good, well-fought match,” I answered honestly.
“Excellent! I trust everything else met your satisfaction.”
“Yes, it did. The gym was just right. The automatic bells signaled each round perfectly. Simply put, I just failed to beat him. He won fair and square. But, most of all… Ben is still very attractive, even after ten years.”
“Yes, the two of you would make a handsome couple,” York advised, “provided each of you can come to terms with the many years spent apart.”
“Perhaps… we’ll have to see. But right now, I’m worried about being at a big disadvantage tonight since Ben’s setting up the match.”
“He has faced you on your terms, and now you must face him on his,” York continued. “But do not concern yourself overly. As you know, by the conditions of your fantasies, neither of you is allowed an advantage over the other. Thus, Benjamin is disallowed from making any choices that result in an unequal match-up.”
“Yes, that is a saving grace, all right,” I replied. “I must think positively, or I’ll have no chance.”
“Yes, a positive attitude is required, if one wishes to succeed,” agreed York. “I’m certain you will represent yourself well.”
“Thank you,” I replied, uncertain of what York really meant.
York looked up abruptly, his eyes meeting mine, seeming to bore through my consciousness, accessing my innermost thoughts. I was barely aware of my surroundings, let alone the passage of time. It seemed my very soul was revealed in just a moment’s time. Or was it really much more than a moment’s time?? I had no idea, but suddenly I realized that York was talking to me, so I managed to snap out of my stupor, at least for the most part.
Then York continued. “A note will be delivered to your room at 5:00pm with the time and location for the next match. I wish you well in the continuation of your fantasy.”
Then York rose before I could question him further. I had wanted to ask about the third match tomorrow, but perhaps this was best, not getting ahead of myself. York led me out the door where Kato awaited. I returned to my cottage to rest and await the instructions that would come later.
I must have dozed off, as a loud knocking at the door awoke me abruptly. I opened the door and Kato handed me a note, then stepped to the side, allowing me some privacy. I ripped it open - it was in Ben’s handwriting, which I still could recognize after so long. There wasn’t much information furnished. It read: ‘124 Palm Tree Lane, 5:30pm. Wrestling attire will be supplied.’
I looked up from the note to see Kato pointing down the path, “That way, about a 5 minute walk.”
I thanked him, and then went back inside to freshen up. I took a quick shower with cold water, avoiding getting my hair wet, coming fully alert as the water did its work. I toweled off, pondering what Ben had in mind by ‘wrestling attire will be supplied.’ Something must be up… but what was it?
I didn’t have any time to spare, so I dressed quickly in white shorts & a simple aqua-green blouse, and then put a white scrunchy in my hair to keep it somewhat under control. I left quickly and went down the path Kato had indicated, still wondering what was to come.
Kato’s information was correct, and I soon found 124 Palm Tree Lane. A note from Ben was taped to the door, indicating that I should enter. I was in a small room… apparently a dressing room. A door on the opposite wall was labeled ‘Wrestling Chamber.’ There was a small bench on one sidewall, and a full-length mirror on the other. I gasped when I saw the ‘wrestling attire’ sitting on the bench! I picked it up, inspecting it quickly. It was just a thong, and a tiny one indeed, in a satin, light purple color. I slipped off my clothes and put it on. I turned to look in the mirror. My butt was totally exposed!! But then York’s words regarding fairness came back to me, and I realized Ben would also be wearing a thong. It was a good thought… Ben in a tiny thong!!
But what about a brassiere?? I looked at the other pile of clothes on the bench, which were labeled ‘Optional.’ I picked them up and failed to find a bra. Instead, there was a satin, light purple garter belt and white fishnet stockings. Obviously, these items were ‘optional’ as Ben could hardly put something like this on. I thought about it a moment, then sat down on the bench to put them on. Clearly, Ben must like this kind of stuff… and maybe the garter and hose would give me an edge in the match. Ben had supplied his own poison, so I reasoned that it was fair of me to use against him.
I looked myself over in the mirror, turning around a few times for an inspection. I’d never worn anything of this sort, and I was surprised how good I looked… if I did say so myself. My boobs were probably my best asset, and they were still as firm as ever, staring proudly back at me from the mirror. The hose were an excellent contrast to the thong and garter belt. I was one hot looking babe!! Ben had best be on his guard!!
A second note, labeled ‘Rules,’ was attached to the door labeled ‘Wrestling Chamber’. I took it and read:
All wrestling will be done on the bed. Standing on the bed is not allowed - only kneeling. The match will start with both wrestlers in the neutral position at the center of the bed. The match will be two out of three falls, each decided by a 5-second pin of the shoulders to the mattress. There will be no time limit, no time-outs, and no rest period between rounds.
The winner of the first round will start the second round in the ‘down position,’ giving the loser a slight advantage at first. Provided there is a third round, positions will reverse for the start of that round.
If a person falls from the bed, the match will resume at ‘center bed’, with that person taking the ‘down position,’ and the other taking the ‘top position.’ If both fall from the bed, all holds must be released and the wrestlers must separate immediately. The match will resume at center bed from the neutral position.
Enter now… if you dare!
Hmmmm… Very interesting… a bed match! Very interesting indeed that Ben would choose a bed match! And how dare him mock me with the ‘Enter if you dare’ trash! I opened the door decisively and stepped inside, first noting the lush carpeting beneath my toes. Then I saw the huge bed in the center of the room… very interesting indeed!
Ben was standing near a door on the opposite side of the room, no doubt a second dressing room. I had been correct… Ben was wearing a tiny, bright red thong, similar in design to my own. He was staring directly at me, probably happy I’d chosen to wear the ‘optional’ garments. He was staring fixedly at my bare boobs, and I could tell he was impressed. Still a few steps from the bed, I turned slowly, letting Ben take in a complete view of my outfit. As I turned, I saw that there was about six feet of free space on all sides of the bed. The bed itself was a canopy-type with a brass post at each corner for support. The canopy was kind of low, which would definitely prevent either of us from standing fully up.
Ben kindly turned a 360 for me, letting me take in the complete view, too. His butt looked firm & a bit hairy, and kind of cute, totally exposed, hanging out of the tiny thong. I gave him a big grin of approval and we stepped closer to the bed, from opposite sides.
Ben was staring intensely at my boobs, and I realized he had never seen them before. The room was somewhat cool, and my nipples were sticking out hard. I took a deep breath and stretched my arms behind my back. The effect was immediate as a large bulge quickly appeared within Ben’s thong. I realized that, as of now, my chances were considerably better.
Unfortunately, my gaze had become fixated on his bulging thong. Maybe this wouldn’t be so easy after all…
We continued towards the bed, finally climbing onboard from opposite sides, to begin the second match. I immediately sensed movement from above, and then realized it was from a large mirror mounted on the underside of the bed canopy. The match would be very ‘visual’… both of us with so little clothing, and a mirror above us!
A bell sounded from somewhere, and, still in a kneeling position, we began to circle each other, taking the other’s ‘measure’ anew. We were both badly distracted. Ben’s gaze shifted to my garter belt and hose, and I realized I had more ‘weapons’ that he did. I smiled at him, and then moved towards him for the starting clinch.
I decided to utilize my assets fully and moved for a clinch, pressing my boobs hard against his chest. I heard Ben gasp loudly as we made contact. I liked the contact a lot, but Ben was clearly ecstatic. I easily threw him down and climbed on top being sure to make breast-to-chest contact. He didn’t seem to be functioning too well, and I was already close to pinning him.
I began counting, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three,” but then Ben snapped out of it and lifted his shoulder up. “What’s the matter, Ben, having problems concentrating?” I teased.
“I seem to have underestimated your breasts…” he gasped.
I quickly pushed his shoulders back down, but he was way too fresh to be beaten this way so soon, and bridged free, rolling me off him to the side. Ben got back to his knees, but hadn’t quite turned to face me when I attacked from behind. I pulled both arms behind him for a double armlock, then pushed him forward, his face into the bed. I planted my butt cheeks firmly onto his butt, and secured my hold over him. Ben grimaced in pain as I increased the pressure on his arms. I liked the way my fishnet stockings slid easily over his waist, adding some additional quickness to my movements. And, they felt sensuous sliding against his body.
The softness of the bed made it all but impossible for Ben to get free. He had sunk too deeply to move very effectively. I realized that in a bed match, the person on top held a great advantage. We were a few feet from the edge of the bed, and Ben showed no sign of getting free. He twisted & turned to little effect. Then he somehow managed to lift his butt up and get his knees under him, with me riding him all the time. I toppled off him to the side and soon found myself lying on the carpeting on the floor. I got up to find Ben waiting for me at the center area, already kneeling, waiting for me to assume my position on bottom.
“You were lucky,” I told him as I waddled past him on my knees, puffing out my chest to display my boobs more prominently. His eyes totally followed my chest… I had Ben’s full attention!
“Maybe… but maybe not!” he countered.
I knelt down on my hands and knees to take the bottom position. Ben assumed the top position alongside, placing his right knee next to my left one. His left wrist was grasping my left wrist, and his right arm was wrapped round my back and making contact with my tummy near my navel. His hand slipped downwards an inch, and he brushed against the garter belt. I gasped softly, trying not to let him hear.
“I think you like the garter belt too much for your own good,” I whispered, trying to cover my own distraction.
“I think it was you that liked it a lot. Now I’ll show you what I like,” he replied, and then continued, “Ready, set, go!”
Ben’s right hand quickly shifted onto my right boob. His left came up and quickly grabbed my left boob. I raised myself to a kneeling position and Ben followed suit, kneeling behind me, groping both of my boobs from behind. Before I knew it, he had shifted the hold to a reverse bear hug (or bare hug?) combination boob grope, now with left hand to right boob and vice versa. It certainly didn’t hurt my boobs any, but the pressure on my chest in general was intense, and I was having a hard time catching my breath. I was certain that Ben had intended this maneuver and hold from the beginning, planning on exploiting the upper position.
I surged forward onto the bed face down. Ben followed suit, refusing to relinquish his hold, or my boobs. He was lying on top of my back and I could feel his hard rod pressing against the left cheek of my butt. His hot, gasping breath was on my neck, as we struggled. It was an erotic clinch, and my butt rubbed slowly against his hard rod as I tried to wriggle free. Ben gasped again, so I rose up on my haunches and bucked him off.
When I got all the way up, I was pleased to see Ben on the floor nearby, making his way back to the bed. I waddled over to the center area of the bed to await him. This time it would be his turn on bottom, and I was making plans. The match had turned erotic, and it was time to fight back. Ben got down on his hands & knees and I assumed the top position alongside, pressing my boobs into his back before saying, “Ready, set, go!”
My right hand quickly slid down below his waist & inside his thong, grabbing a handful of naked male-hood. Ben gasped loudly in surprise, then quickly tried to kneel upright, but I pulled him over backwards against me and we toppled backwards on the bed. I was on bottom with my back to the bed, and Ben was on top with his back towards me. I saw myself, reflected in the mirror above, still with a good grip on his maleness, and could see that Ben was very, very large indeed. My legs were wrapped around the outside of his legs and my left arm was around his neck, controlling him while I worked on his maleness with my free hand. This was one of the positions I’d long dreamt of… even fantasized about… overwhelming Ben completely, using a leg grapevine as well as more ‘direct’ means. Reflected in the mirror, I could see Ben and his substantial maleness writhing around, trying to get free, a big smile on his face regardless. Just then his eyes glanced upwards and his gaze met mine - voyeurs both of us.
Ben’s efforts were soon rewarded, at least a little, as I was forced to release his rod as my body slid off him to the side. But his respite was short as I morphed the hold into a waist scissors. Unfortunately for Ben, the hold was just below the waist. I controlled both of his arms in mine, and my flailing boobs kept his eyes well distracted. Then, I released the pressure on his waist, and began rubbing my fishnet-hosed thigh slowly across his rigid maleness, bulging within the confinement of his tiny red thong. The stocking slid smoothly against his thong and Ben gasped ever louder as I ‘tortured’ him.
Ben was near delirious, so I took advantage, releasing him momentarily and climbing on top of his chest. I figured his rod had had enough ‘torture’ for the moment, so I planted my butt directly on Ben’s chest, then placed my knees directly on his shoulders for a Schoolgirl pin. I liked this position on top, and Ben made little effort to resist, staring intently up between my thighs, and then glancing at my breasts dangling freely above him just out of reach of his lips and tongue. I counted Ben out easily, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round one.”
‘Maybe this will be easy,’ I thought to myself as I released Ben and moved over to the center area of the bed. Ben had ‘started it’ by groping my boobs, but I had ‘finished it’ with several holds directed against his maleness. We were still fighting, but the types of holds being used had changed dramatically. As he moved closer to start the second round, I knelt down for the ‘bottom’ position, confident that my weapons were superior to his.
Ben assumed the top position, and the bell ‘automagically’ clanged signaling us to begin. Instead of again grabbing my boobs, Ben tried to force me down. I deftly countered by grabbing his right hand, which was still on my tummy, and rolling away. Ben was forced to roll over my back, then landed on his back on the bed. I quickly slapped my boobs onto his chest and groped for his leg, hoping to secure a classic pin. My hand brushed against his rigid rod, then between his thighs, and then I pulled at his leg. But it wasn’t to be, as Ben’s leg strength easily countered my best efforts. The next thing I knew, Ben had rolled us over and was now on top of me. Our chests pressed hard together and Ben wrapped his arms around my back, this time for a face-to-face bear hug. I grimaced as he brought pressure to bear against my chest. My boobs were squashed flat as pancakes against his chest, but that wasn’t the problem… in fact it felt kind of good. Catching my breath was the problem, and I was weakening fast. In the canopy mirror above us, I saw Ben’s arms straining, latched around me with his shoulder blades arched powerfully.
Ben must have sensed my weakness, as he let up briefly, a strange smile crossing his face. Ben was still on top, and I was still in a bear hug, but the pressure had let up. Then his thigh went between my legs, contacting my crotch area firmly. And then, he began moving his leg forward and back against the inner recesses of my thighs. I was helpless to resist him, and my pulse began to quicken. In the mirror, I watched Ben’s nearly naked butt as his thigh plied erotically against my crotch, weakening me more by the minute.
“Turnabout is fair play,” Ben cooed in my ear.
“You started it,” I gasped hoarsely, as he continued to ‘torture’ me in return.
After a similar amount of torture to what I’d done to him, Ben let up suddenly. He sat his cute, slightly hairy, firm butt down right on top of my boobs, and placed his knees on top of my shoulders. I was caught in the same way he had been in a Schoolboy pin. I looked at the large bulge in his shorts, and licked my lips briefly, hoping to distract him.
“Don’t bother trying to seduce me. I’m not letting you up until you’re counted out!” he said emphatically.
I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, staring down at me from above. And in the mirror, I could see Ben’s bare butt resting atop my boobs, squashing them nearly flat. There were definitely worse things than being held down by Ben. ‘But it was better to be on top!’ I told myself as I tried to wriggle loose.
But I could barely move, and Ben started counting, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round two.”
Ben rolled off me and I sat up to face him. The garter & hose had taken a real beating and were twisted all around. “Give me a second,” I told him as I slipped the garter & hose off and threw them to the side. So much for those weapons... the third round would be ‘equal’ from a clothing point of view, although I still had a decided advantage with my boobs being bare.
“Say, um… I couldn’t help myself… your breasts were so… tempting… I had to grab them,” Ben stuttered.
“Oh, I don’t mind. I got even after all,” I replied.
“You sure did! But then I got even, too,” he smiled.
“That you did! But, that was still fine. Turnabout is fair,” I continued.
“Yeah. That’s a fun way to fight. But I was wondering about changing the third round… and going back to plain wrestling.”
I was a little disappointed, figuring I held the advantage. But the more I thought about it, he had clearly ‘gotten to me’ last round, and I was still horny as hell. So, maybe things were more even in that regard. “OK. That’s fine!”
“No crotch holds, then, OK?” he asked.
“Yep. But that’s all… no limits on my boobs!” I replied emphatically, not wanting to lose that advantage.
“I wouldn’t dream of it!” he smiled. “That was an intentional part of the match.”
We quickly moved back to the starting position. Ben took the bottom position, and I was on top. The bell ‘automagically’ clanged signaling us to begin. Ben tried to grab my right hand and roll me over the way I’d done it to him earlier. But I grabbed his hand instead and forced him facedown to the bed, where I quickly secured him in a half nelson from behind. I used my leverage, attempting to roll him onto his back for a pin. But he rolled free and his legs came up swiftly, and clamped me in a head scissors. The pressure was intense as I struggled frantically to get free. Soon, I was lying down and he was propped up on an elbow, applying ever more pressure. My face was pressed hard against his crotch, but I resisted the temptation, instead concentrating on getting free. I rolled back and forth, relieving the pressure momentarily as I did. Ben could easily maneuver this hold into a win… and I couldn’t allow that! I worked my way up to my knees, and shoved his legs off my neck momentarily. But then, they suddenly shifted and encircled my waist. Ben forced me down once again, and soon worked his legs upwards on my body so that he now had my boobs caught in a chest scissors. Fortunately, the hold had a bigger effect on him than it did on me. My boobs can take a lot of punishment, and being squashed like this was no big deal to me. The pressure on my ribcage was minimal, and I lay there a few minutes catching my wind. Ben was getting ‘whipped up’ dominating my boobs, and probably thought I was suffering under the pressure. Conversely, I was getting stronger as Ben grew weaker.
A few moments later, I made my move. Ben was close to the edge of the bed, and when I got up to my knees, he rolled off the edge. But his legs still ensnared me, and I was dragged over with him. We both landed on the floor.
I got to my feet and moved around to the other side of the bed. Ben was slower to get up, and then moved to the side of the bed opposite me. We knew we had to re-start from the neutral position, climbing onboard the bed simultaneously, and then kneeling & facing the other at the center of the bed.
We moved together and clasped hands for a test of strength. I think we both enjoyed the contact when our chests met in conflict, so it wasn’t long before my boobs were pressed into service, so to speak. We pushed hard against each other with our chests and hands, all the while trying to outmaneuver the other from this kneeling position on the bed. I toppled Ben over backwards, and followed him down, hands still clasped together. He entwined his legs around mine to keep me from moving to a sitting position atop him. From there, we were like whirling dervishes, twisting and turning, rolling back and forth across the bed, fingers still interlocked together in a hand clasp. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, I checked out our images in the mirror struggling against each other, locked together in the ultimate competition - very, very hot! My boobs flailed against Ben’s chest as we thrashed about, struggling to achieve the dominant position. I loved it!! And, I realized that this was my favorite hold/position when fighting Ben. I really liked the way my sweaty boobs would slither, slide and flail against his chest as we fought this way.
Unfortunately my strength was beginning to give out. But Ben’s movements had become sluggish as well. I was determined to beat him, so I steeled my resolve for one last push. Our mutual handclasp finally came free and Ben was off balance. I pushed him onto his back and slid my chest crossways upon his. I managed to grab one of his hands and force it between my thighs, my thoughts briefly registering that that was a very good place for his hand to be. I refocused and grabbed his other hand with both of mine. I had him in a cross-body pin, and I didn’t think he could get free.
But Ben wasn’t done yet. He got his hand free of my thighs, and latched onto my right boob as he forced my body up and over his head. But I quickly rolled back on top, grabbed his roaming arm and forced it back between my thighs, re-establishing the hold. Ben still struggled, and as we did, my breasts were naturally forced against his face. First one boob, and then the other, as Ben struggled to get loose. He gasped for air, no doubt confused about what to do about my boobs. I knew he wanted them badly, but they were his worst enemy at the moment. I resisted the urge to use them in a sexual way against him, instead letting the hold do its work naturally.
It was a losing proposition for Ben as his attempts became weaker and weaker. Finally, his shoulders no longer came free of the bed, and I began my count. “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round three, and the second match! We are now tied at one match apiece.”
I lay there for a moment, wrapped up in the emotion of beating Ben. And, the skin contact wasn’t bad either. Finally, I slithered around on top of him until my body was fully on top of his, and entwined his legs as in a grapevine pin. I slid my boobs across his chest, and then raised my head for a kiss. I saw the look of desire in his eyes as he raised his head to meet my lips. Our lips met for a few brief moments, and then that darned ‘poof’ noise happened again, and I was left groping empty air upon the bed in my cottage. I was very peeved with York, to say the least!
I slipped off my thong, once again grabbed the vibrator & hand lotion on the bed stand, and lay back on the bed to relieve the desire between my loins. At some point in this fantasy, I was determined to actually have Ben, instead of just imagining him!
The End of Part 2K(im).
[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]