Fantastic Island, Part 1K: “Kim’s Match-up In The Ring”
As the seaplane soared through the clouds towards my mysterious destination, I couldn’t help but mull over the strange circumstances that brought me here. It had started with an unusual flyer I’d received in the mail. It was for ‘Fantastic Island’, a place that sounded so impossible, that I couldn’t believe it actually existed. I had tossed the flyer in the wastebasket at first, but I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind, so I retrieved it some time later. I mean, who could believe the claims they made: ‘We will satisfy your wildest fantasies. Upon our acceptance of your reservation, we will guarantee results 100%, or your money will be cheerfully refunded.’ Well, I would hope so! The fee was astronomical! But if things worked out, it would be well worth it. I could hardly wait to show Ben a thing or two - this meeting was long overdo! Plus, there was other unfinished ‘business’ between us. I don’t know which of these two things I looked forward to the most.
As the plane started to descend, I was able to peer out the window at a fantastically beautiful island. I couldn’t tell how big it was, but it took about 15 minutes to over-fly it. The geography was mixed - tropical, desert, forests, and even snow-capped mountains. How could this all exist on one island in the middle of nowhere? There were no signs of civilization until we reached the far end of the island. But it was just a small resort-type area - no cities or the like. I was beginning to get the creeps about the place. All of those climates on one island were just too fantastic to be true… seeming almost magical. But I could hardly turn back now. The arrangement had been for a three-night stay, and I had already paid in full. I would see it through.
As the plane banked, I could see another seaplane, just like the one I was in, pulling away from a large pier to depart. It must have been another guest arriving or departing. I should have realized that there would be other people playing out there own fantasies, as I did mine. That must be why the island was so diverse in climate. But for what I had in mind, the varied climate would have no bearing.
After the plane splashed down in the warm ocean waters and pulled alongside the pier, I saw a little man in a white tuxedo waiting to greet me. Could this be the mysterious Mr. York I had corresponded with? He just didn’t look right. As I stepped out of the plane, a taller, more distinguished looking man approached from a distance. He was also wearing a white tux. This had to be Mr. York. I met his outstretched hand with mine - he had a very firm handshake.
“Greetings Ms. Danvers,” said the charming man. “I am Mr. York, your host. Welcome to Fantastic Island!”
I was about to respond, but then the shorter guy approached to take my bags. York continued, “And this is Kato. We will endeavor to make your stay on Fantastic Island a most pleasant one.”
I liked the way he said ‘pleasant,’ rolling the word right out of his mouth. If I had my way, there would be both pleasure and pain. But, it was the pain that would come first, and hopefully, I would be the one delivering it. On the other hand, I was very much looking forward to the pleasure that I hoped would come later.
We walked back off the pier towards the cottages in the distance and chatted along the way. “I’m curious. How did I happen to receive your mailing? Am I on some lonely-hearts mailing list? Or, worse yet, a mailing list of women who like to wrestle?”
“No, no. Nothing so devious as that.” replied Mr. York smoothly. “It was merely a random mailing, something we do from time to time.”
I wasn’t ready to believe this, but what other explanation was there? I’d kept my interest in wrestling a secret - only a few soles knew, and I was certain none of them would say a thing to anyone. I reassured myself yet again. The brochure had mentioned fantasies of all sorts, and ‘fighting/wrestling with a rival’ had been only one of many examples. I had twisted the meaning of ‘rival’ to suit my needs. I mean Benjamin was sort of a rival, but he and I could have been much more. If only I hadn’t blown it all those years ago.
I was worried that Mr. York might think me a bit odd, wanting to wrestle an old boyfriend and all. “Do you get my sort of request very often?” I asked softly.
“It isn’t as unusual as one might think,” countered York. There are many men and women with similar requests, wishing for a physical contest with a person of the opposite sex. Wrestling an ‘old flame’ is just one of many examples of the fantasy requests I receive. No, your request is not unusual at all.”
I had a few more questions for Mr. York. “Is Ben here, and is he willing to wrestle with me?
“No and yes,” replied York evasively. This man is not the Benjamin you once knew, as it has been many years since last you saw him. However, he is still Benjamin, albeit aged about 10 years. He is very eager to wrestle you. I am certain he will provide an excellent, and exciting wrestling contest. Surely, you could not expect more?”
I wasn’t disappointed. I mean… how could I not expect Ben to have aged these years spent apart. And, since moving to a new town, the prospects of otherwise connecting again with Ben were either slim or none.
We approached a cottage and Kato opened the door for me and stowed my luggage within. It was only one bag. For what I had in mind, I didn’t need much luggage.
“This is your accommodation. Kato will fetch you at 4:00 so we can discuss the details of your fantasy. You can get settled and relax until then. You have a very strenuous night ahead of you. However, right now, I have another guest to attend to.”
And with that, Mr. York did an about face and walked back out onto the pier where a newly arriving seaplane was taxiing into position.
I closed the door behind me and began to check out the cottage. There was a king-sized bed in the main room, with a full bath & shower nearby. A large sliding door revealed a private patio area. The fee had been ‘all inclusive,’ so I called room service and ordered a drink. In only a few moments, I was relaxing on the patio in my swimsuit, sipping on a delicious Pina Colada. As I lulled about, I continued planning my strategy for the match-up with Ben. I’d worked out most of the details long beforehand, but now that I was here, I could fill in some of the gaps. Soon, though, my fantasies got the better of me, and I began to daydream of how I would subdue Ben and have my way with him… but I wouldn’t do so right away. After all, there would be three contests between us.
I’d been such a fool, losing him all those years ago. We’d dated each other exclusively during my senior year in high school, even exchanging rings. We’d gone to Prom together at the end of the school year, and that was when I’d been so stupid. A few days later, I’d told him I was leaving town for college, and that we had to break up, as we wouldn’t be able to be together. Ben had wanted to spend the summer together, and possibly see each other on weekends thereafter. I’d been a complete idiot to say ‘no’, although it had taken me some time to realize it.
The timing between us had been completely lousy, as I went off to college in another town. We’d had so much in common, like swimming, music, dance, tennis, snowboarding, etc. But especially, we both enjoyed wrestling with each other. We’d had plenty of mock matches, most every time we got together. And, I’d gotten very ‘hot’ from it. Unfortunately, we were still young with no place to be alone and ‘consummate’ the match, so to speak. I was getting aroused, just thinking about it, imagining his narrow hips, round butt, and broad shoulders. The blond hair was unusual, but I liked it just the same. He was one hot looking guy. Too bad we’d never been intimate, not that I hadn’t been interested. But I wanted to wait for that someone special, never realizing that Ben was that someone special!
In the years since, no one had came close to matching Ben, and when I went looking for him later to get ‘reacquainted’, he was already tight with another woman in what appeared to be a long-term relationship. I gave up after a while and eventually married a loser of a guy, who did little to satisfy my needs - he had no interest in wrestling!! How could I have married him??? Predictably, the union had only lasted a few years. I’d gone looking for Ben again, and he’d been free, but apparently uninterested in a divorcee.
My thoughts turned inward with regret. My goal here was to make up for what we’d lost… to wrestle the way we once had, and perhaps, get a new start on a relationship together. I was eager to test myself against Ben and finally see which one of us was dominant. I very badly wanted it to be me. I would pounce on him and make him submit. And then later, well… we’d ‘consummate’ our final battle.
As I fantasized about what was to come, the jet lag & the drink caught up with me. I dozed off for a while, finally awakened by Kato calling from across the way. “Ms. Danvers! Please wake up! It is almost time for your interview with Mr. York!”
I glanced at my watch, which now read 3:45. I hopped to my feet, rushed into the cottage and grabbed my notes. I’d only fleshed out the details for the first match of the three. I had a fair idea about the remaining two, but I’d put nothing to paper as yet. I rushed out the door & soon caught up to Kato, who was leading the way towards the large cottage that was Mr. York’s.
York met me at the door and welcomed me inside. “Please have a seat Ms. Danvers and we can discuss the fulfillment of your fantasy.”
“Certainly. I’ve prepared some notes, if that helps,” I told him sheepishly. “And please, call me Kimberly.”
“Do not worry, Kimberly,” York replied smoothly. “I think I’ve heard most everything by now. Your fantasy is certainly nothing I’ve not seen before.”
He reached over and I handed him my notes. “I guess that’s a relief,” I hedged.
I blushed deeply as York began reviewing my notes. He spoke softly once in a while, occasionally saying things like, “I see…” “most interesting…” and “very inspired,” as he reviewed my notes.
I guess it was a good sign that he was so impressed. Finally, York set the notes down, and I decided to ask him the big question. “Will it work? Can you make it happen?”
“Most certainly, but I cannot guarantee the results of the match - that will be up to the two of you to resolve,” he replied evenly.
“That’s my wish, as well. I was probably a bit overly explicit,” I replied softly.
“And that is most welcome. This helps me greatly, Kimberly. I can make all of the arrangements quite easily. All will be ready in time. Have you prepared the hand-written notes yet?”
I nodded and handed York the two notes I’d written for Ben. “I’ll get started on my run at 6:45. Please have the first note delivered to Ben at 6:45, also. That way I’ll have a head start of only a few minutes.”
“Agreed,” he replied evenly. “But what of the remaining two matches?”
“I have a few ideas, but no notes, as yet,” I replied.
“That is just as well,” he told me. “To be fair, I think it best that Benjamin be allowed to set the rules, setting and attire for the second match.”
“Fine… but what of the third match? Who will set that up?” I asked.
“I will consider the question and make my decision once the first two matches are completed,” he replied mysteriously.
York’s face was impossible to read. I had no idea what he was thinking as he rose and motioned for me to leave. “Just one more thing, Kimberly,” added Mr. York with some hesitation. “You must limit your contact with Benjamin. If the two of you converse too much in a personal manner, there is a possibility your fantasy will unravel.”
“Just what do you mean - unravel?” I asked with some confusion.
“Simply put, you will be transported back to your accommodation and the fantasy will be terminated immediately,” replied Mr. York tersely.
I was disappointed, as I’d been determined to subdue Ben totally, and then have my way with him sexually. Still, I replied, “OK. I can handle that, I guess.” I’d just have to keep my mouth shut when I ‘pummeled’ him.
Kato reappeared and led me back to my cottage. I made my preparations, securing a scrunchy around my hair in a ponytail, slipping into my tiny, neon green bikini & stretching to limber up. Then I slipped on my warm-up suit over the bikini. A few minutes before 6:45, Kato reappeared at my door. He showed me to the beach road, telling me that Nick’s Health Club was about a mile down the road.
I headed off down the sandy road at an easy clip. My goal was to test Ben fully, forcing him to undergo a physical trial before we matched up. By completing the same route myself, it would be a fair test. Of course though, I was in excellent condition and could easily manage this short run… but could Ben?
I soon reached Nick’s, which clearly had seen better days. My second note was already taped to the door, so I went inside and slipped off my warm-up suit. Surprisingly, the inside of the gym was in excellent condition. I went up to the ring and easily vaulted over the top rope as I entered. I was ready.
After only about half a minute, I heard the door open and saw Ben for the first time. Despite the ten years we’d been apart, he certainly looked great! I flashed him a quick smile, and he returned it easily as he approached the ring, hesitating just a moment to limber up. He’d completed the mile run in excellent time. I saw that Ben was barely puffing, and I was glad for it as that meant he was in good physical condition for our matches. His swimsuit was tiny, and I could easily make out the profile of his very large manhood, which I had yet to fully encounter. The rest of his body was as I remembered… narrow waist, broad shoulders, nearly hairless chest, muscular legs and a tight butt. I was in heaven!! I made sure to flash Ben a clear shot of my cleavage as I stooped to stretch some more.
Ben stepped into the ring, and before I could say a thing, a bell rang signaling the start of the match. I steeled my determination and set about to wallop this man. We met in center ring and began to get a feel for the other. After a few minutes, I spun Ben around with a feint and threw him against the ropes. I lay into him hard, using the full pressure of my bulging boobs to force him back. He grunted in pain, but I knew it wouldn’t be that easy to take him. I didn’t want him to fly over the top rope, so I released him and stepped back a short distance, saying, “Don’t ever let it be said that I don’t break cleanly.”
He just stood there looking surprised, so I rushed him and we landed hard against the springy ropes, rebounding quickly. Ben wasn’t ready for the move, so I took advantage and threw him down face-first to the mat. He landed hard with a thump, but I knew the mat absorbed most of the energy, so I didn’t let it concern me. I jumped onto his back and quickly put Ben into a surfboard hold. I pulled back hard on his arms, and he grunted loudly in obvious pain. Ben struggled well, but couldn’t seem to get loose as I held him this way for a long time. Maybe I could win the first round right here!
I decided to go for broke and try for a figure-four leg lock. I let go one of Ben’s legs in the attempt, but he was ready for me and twisted free. It was worth a try… nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Ben was still vulnerable, trying to rub some life back into his arms. He was on the run… actively dodging my attempts to engage him. He was a smart fighter. I kept after him, growing careless in my rush to take advantage. Unfortunately, one time he was ready for my advance and he grabbed an arm as I came at him and flung me to the mat. Before I could react, he was atop my back, and then gripping my chin from behind with both hands. Ben had me in a Camel Clutch and I was in deep trouble!! The pain was incredible, and I didn’t know whether I could hold out for long. At least my hands were free, so I clawed at his hands to relieve the pressure on my neck, finally freeing my chin and dropping fully to the mat. Ben quickly tried to flip me over, but I was ready and flipped him off me as he did.
Now we’d both suffered within the clutches of the other. I rubbed my neck to ease the soreness, as I kept moving, staying just out of Ben’s reach. Finally, I was ready and met Ben in the center area to lock up. His arms were outstretched, so I met him for a handclasp and test of strength. I was probably stronger than he realized, and unafraid of the hold. I stared him right in the eye, determined not to flinch first as we twisted and tugged at each other. After a few moments, I tried a new tactic, spreading our arms wide and rushing forward. Our chests met hard, and my large, barely concealed boobs pressed hard against him. From the way he had looked at me (but not touched, darn it) all those years ago, I knew that Ben was a breast man, and this would be a good move for me. Ben’s eyes nearly popped out as he stared at my cleavage nearby. Ben was largely ineffective as we struggled and strained, my boobs pummeling against his chest repeatedly. But it surprised me how much I was enjoying the contact of boobs to chest, too, as my nipples became erect!
I maneuvered Ben around the ring, and then tripped him backwards to the mat near center ring. I landed on top, face to face, hands still clasped together. I snaked my legs around his for a Grapevine pin, and pressed him down hard with the rest of my body. I was pleased to feel a bulge in his swimsuit pushing back at my torso. I pressed my boobs hard against his chest, giving Ben an eyeful, and then began to count him out for the pin, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round one.”
I lay there, enjoying the moment for all it was worth. After all these years apart, I had beaten Ben in a fair match. It was ecstasy!!
I got up and told him, teasingly “You can get up now, loser.” Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, as I saw the renewed look of determination on his face. I had merely egged him on I soon realized as the bell clanged again, signaling the start of round two.
“In your face,” he replied, rushing me hard. I was caught off balance and soon suffered a headlock at Ben’s hands. He easily forced me around the ring… I was at his mercy, but I continued to work at his arms to get free. The next thing I knew, we bounced hard into the ropes and Ben was morphing the hold into a hammerlock. The pressure on my arm was intense, and it hurt like hell! I strained against his power, but Ben was unrelenting! Finally, Ben released the pressure momentarily, and I made good advantage of it, twisting around and reversing the hold, almost like we were swing dancing or something. Now I had Ben in a hammerlock, and I bet he was one stunned male!
I applied pressure to his arm with the same lack of mercy he’d shown me. Ben grunted in pain several times as we pranced around the mat. “So, how do you like them apples?” I asked wickedly.
To my surprise, he replied, “I prefer melons, personally.”
I understood immediately and pressed my boobs against his back. “Is that better?” I whispered softly before continuing to twist his arm viscously.
I anticipated that he would reverse the hold as I had, so it was a major surprise when he dropped quickly to the mat and threw me over him to the side. Suddenly I was on my back and Ben was on top of me. I met his challenge and rolled him over. Soon, our hands were once again clasped together, and then our legs became entwined and our pelvis’ pummeled against each other. It was the most erotic embrace I’d ever experienced and I had a hard time concentrating on the match. I clawed at him, trying to get free, but all it got me was a cradle pin, with Ben in control! My leg came up and Ben was lying across my belly, his bare chest pressing hard against my nearly exposed boobs as they nearly poured out of the skimpy bikini. One of his arms had my leg and the other was around my neck. I had no way out as Ben began to count, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round two.”
Ben let me up but only after making sure to rub his chest against mine some more. I got to my feet and made sure he was watching as I readjusted my skimpy bikini top to better hold my large boobs. “Nice move. Maybe this will be tougher than I thought,” I conceded.
But, I was only a little disappointed at losing round two. I wanted a good, hard series of matches against Ben. I actually had hoped he’d be equal to the task, and my wish had come true!
The bell mysteriously rang once again, somehow sensing it was time to begin the third round. We were quite alone in the gym, and hearing the bell seemed strange. But the request for an ‘automatic bell’ had been in the note I’d given York, as well as that there be no rest period between rounds. I had wanted us to tough it out!
I looked Ben directly in the eye, and was met in return with a look of raw determination. I could tell he was tired, but so was I. Stamina would have a stronger hand in determining the winner this round.
We circled each other cautiously, not wanting to give away any advantage. I wanted this round very badly, as it would determine the winner of the first of our three matches - a huge advantage, indeed.
After a fruitless period of non-grappling, Ben extended his hands for another test of strength. But I had a different idea, saying, “OK, but hands to the other’s shoulders this time, instead.”
Ben agreed, and soon we were in a classic wrestling pose, hands grasping each other at the shoulders. We pushed and shoved each other around the mat in a standing position. I threw Ben into the ropes momentarily, and then he did the same to me. Then it was Ben thrown into the corner, followed by Ben throwing me into the corner. We were expended energy against each other at a rapid pace, and soon we were staggering around, hands still on the other’s shoulders. I just hoped he was tiring more rapidly than me.
Suddenly, Ben flung me free and hard into the ropes. Instead of trying to halt the motion, I instead embraced it like they do on TV. I came flying back at Ben and his arms were outstretched, waiting to grab me in some hold or another. I sidestepped Ben and clipped him with my arm as I went by. I didn’t realize how well his body was set. Instead of Ben going flying and me continuing on my romp, we both flipped over, landing hard on the mat. I staggered slowly to my knees, trying desperately to gain the advantage before Ben could rise. But it was not to be, as I had trouble moving with any speed. We staggered towards each other on our knees, bracing for what must be the finale to this match.
All I could manage was to get my arms around Ben as he did the same to me. My boobs were heaving as I tried to regain my breath. Ben squeezed hard, and ended that idea as our chests clashed violently. I squeezed him hard in return… a mutual bearhug. Finally, we tumbled to our sides, still gripping the other around the waist, as we began to roll, trying to gain the winning position. Soon our arms came free, but our legs were entwined as we were locked in battle. First I was on top, and then it was Ben on top. The advantage changed repeatedly as we became more desperate to win. It was sheer determination now, with little resemblance to wrestling. My boobs were nearly bursting free of my bikini top as we came apart from each other. I made no attempt to adjust it as we rose unsteadily to our knees to continue. I knew we were both tired and nearly spent, but I was certain I could still take him.
I moved to embrace him once more, but suddenly was shoved to the side. Ben quickly rolled me onto my back and climbed onto me, straddling me at the waist. I realized my dire predicament, and tried as hard as I could to break free, but I didn’t have any strength left in my arms to shove him off me. I was desperate, quickly looping my legs up, trying to catch Ben’s shoulders to dislodge him. I missed the first time, and tried again. This time I succeeded in looping his arms, but the attempt backfired as Ben instead grabbed both legs and pulled them towards my head viciously. I was cruelly trapped and in a great deal of pain as Ben applied ever more pressure, bending my body into an incredible constriction. Unbelievably, even in this position, I was aware of the Bens’ thighs on my sides forcing my boobs together… and the hard bulge in his shorts pressing hard against the cleavage between my boobs, the skimpy fabric of our outfits barely keeping our private areas apart. At least that was some small consolation in defeat as Ben began to count, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round three, and the first match.”
Ben released my legs, and I grunted in relief. He rolled away to the side and we just lay there a few minutes before getting up. Finally, we sat up and I extended my hand to him in congratulations. I didn’t think I’d be the one saying this, and it seemed almost like someone else doing the talking, as I told him, “Nice match, and well fought. You were everything I expected and more. But don’t expect it to be so easy next time. I know your moves now.”
He was gracious in victory, countering, “I wouldn’t say that was easy at all. You’re a great wrestler! The outcome was totally in doubt until the end. You were everything I expected, too. And… I know your moves now, as well, so don’t you expect an easy time yourself.”
I smiled easily at him, moving closer, saying, “I have to congratulate the winner.” We kissed passionately for a few moments, and then leaned back for a breath. But as I did, there was a momentary flash and I found myself instead kneeling on the bed in my room, and without Ben, wondering how I had gotten there. How had York done it? I was mystified and more than a little in awe at his abilities. Apparently, that was all the post-match contact York would allow, and I wondered at York’s reason for the warning.
‘Oh well,’ I told myself, ‘just be happy for what you have and don’t question the rest.’ I stripped off my swimsuit and headed for the shower to relieve the soreness in my body. I grabbed a bottle of body lotion as I stepped inside the steamy hot shower, intending to pay especially close attention to the ‘soreness’ between my thighs.
The End of Part 1K(im).
[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]