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Ben was a kind, young guy. He was 23, well built, brown, short hairs, and hazelnut eyes. He worked as a delivery man, which earned him enough to pay the rent and the bill for his home, and a decent meal. In his free time, he did what every 23 years old guys would do: go out with his friends, drink something, enjoy his time. However, he had a little problem: when he Drank too much, he had the bad habit of being a bit… annoying and irritating, especially with people who didn't know him, which caused many problems.
One night, he got into a fight with a guy his age, just because he “looked at him in a strange way". Nothing too serious happened, just a couple of punches. What he didn't know was that that guy was the son of the most notorious Mafia boss in town, Carmine Bonanza.
Some days later, Ben was walking alone on a dark road, a bit drunk. Suddenly, a white caravan appeared out of nowhere, and someone put a bag on his head.

“Wh-what the hel-"

He couldn’t finish the sentence, that his mouth was covered with a piece of cloth, and he fainted.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a strange position: he was entirely naked, his arms were spread over his head, his wrists bound by a couple of handcuffs, which passed over a long metal bar, so that he could only move his hands forward or backward, but not on the sides. On his lower Side, also naked, he was standing on his tip toes, and the white, cold floor seemed a bit humid.

“Hey! Where am I?! Why am I naked? Let me go!”

He tried to struggle, but to no avail. In addition to that, he found out that the floor was very slippery, so he decided not to move at all. Suddenly he heard a voice coming from behind him.

“So, you decided to wake up, huh? Do you recognise my voice?”

“No, I don't, and now free me!”

“Do you remember the guy you punched last night?”

“So he sent you to get his revenge? That dumbass isn't a man enough to do that himself…”

“I, am that guy, and my name is Dough Bonanza"

“B-bonanza? Those Bonanza?”

“The strongest mafia clan? Yes, you are correct.”

“Listen, I don't have much, but you can take whatever you want"

“Oh, you're so kind, but no, thanks. I'll just take my revenge. I hope now I'll seem more of a man, for you"

“Tsk, come on then. You want to beat the crap out of me? Do it. I can endure it.”

“Uuh, someone is showing his teeth, isn't it? Well, I don't want to punch you. Nor I want to harm you. Let's say this is a kind of challenge. If you're skilled enough, nothing will happen to you. If you are not… well, be prepared to laugh.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, from behind you, in a couple of seconds, a machine will come out from the wall behind you. You should walk as fast as possible, because if the machine catches you… well, I hope you're not ticklish…”

Ben didn't even have the time to reply, that he heard some noise behind him. He didn't know what that was, but he was sure about a thing: he was extremely ticklish. Better not know what machine did. So he started to walk, but he remembered that the slippery floor would slow him down. He tried to move as quickly as possible, but then he slipped, and couldn't get up on his tip toes. Suddenly he felt something rub on his back, and gasped.

“What's that, but boy, you're not ticklish, right?”

That comment only helped Ben being more embarrassed, but he couldn't do anything but walk more quickly. At one point, he felt something tickle his foot.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

Ben was now doomed: he slipped again, and the machine was almost next to him. In just a couple of moments, he would be tickled by a machine, naked, before some psychopath. Then, however, the machine stopped.

“You did great, Ben. Now, why don't we change things a bit? The machine will now come from your front, and you'll have to walk backwards. I hope you're good with it as well!”

Ben then saw the machine come out from the wall in front of him: it was a piece of metal, big roughly as a door, but there were some appendices coming out from it: some ended with a feather, some with a hand. He couldn't count them all, but they were many. And scary. He tried to run, but doing it was almost impossible. He tried and tried, but the machine was always closer. At one point, the tips of the feathers came in contact with the boy's young, fair body. Then came the hands. They tickled the poor guy's nipples, arms, abs and stomach.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHH, PLEAAHAHAHAHSE STOOOOOHOHOHHOOP THIHIHIHIHIS AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO MOOOOOHOHOHOHOHHOORE"

“No more? Why, you seem happy!”
The machine continued to tickle Ben, who tried uselessly to get away. After what seemed an eternity, he heard noises from behind him.

“NOOOOHOHOHOHO PLEEEHEHEHASHAHAHA DOHOHOHOHOHOHHONT”

“Why not, there are more parts of your body which have to be tickled! Don’t be shy!”

The trapped guy didn't think there could be much worse than what he was feeling at that moment, but he was wrong. When the second machine arrived, it tickled his feet, his armpits, behind his knees and his most private parts. Now Ben was tickled everywhere, not one spot of his body was safe. After hours of tickling, he finally passed out.
When he woke up, he was in his apartment, dressed, and found a note near him:
“I hope you learnt something today: never punch strangers!”