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A DIFFICULT "ARM WRESTLING" CHALLENGE

Diary of the Captain, 28 October 2021

I am Giovanni, the strongest and most feared pirate of the seven seas. I sail alone, and I'm not afraid of anyone. The pirates I meet on my route know that it is best to hand over their treasure to me spontaneously if they don't want to be defeated and humiliated in a duel. I am so strong and skilled with the sword that I can defeat a whole crew of pirates on my own.

Everyone admires and dreads my muscular body. I know that my muscles are the envy of men, and the desire of girls, and I love to show them off: in fact, I wear only a pair of gray-light blue underwear and a cap, so that everyone can admire my body.

Tonight I landed at Seasalt Port Town, a small town on the coast. I know it is possible to bet and win money here. So I take a little bag of money from the hold, get off the ship and head straight to the tavern. As soon as I enter, I see that many pirates are looking at me, and they are frightened by my presence. I smile: I like reading the fear in their eyes. I go to the counter, undecided about how to spend the evening. While I'm looking around the room, I feel something hairy on my legs: I look down and I see a cat that is rubbing between my legs. Maybe it wants some caresses, but that's not what I'm here for. I look around, trying to understand how I can enjoy this evening.

I see that at a table there is an "arm wrestling" challenge and, of course, pirates bet money: they challenge each other "to the best of 3", that is, whoever wins 2 rounds is the champion, and, of course, the winner takes everything!

The challenge has just ended, and the winner is a big fat pirate. He seems like a bully to me and, in fact, as soon as he takes the money, he starts screaming with joy and claiming to be the best, asking those present if there is anyone who has the courage to challenge him.

I like to humiliate these guys, so I step forward, proposing myself for a challenge. As soon as he turns to me, the silence falls in the tavern. Everyone is intimidated by me, except the big pirate, who, after a second of silence, bursts out laughing.

<< Ahahahahah this little boy wants to challenge me. Do you want to get hurt, baby? >>. I look at him: I don't think I've ever seen him before. He must be new to these parts, otherwise he would know who he is in front of him, and he would do like the others, who have wisely stepped back.

I do not reply to his provocations. I just put my little bag of money on the table, sit across from him, put my arm in position, and wait for him to do the same.

He, seeing that I have not run away and, indeed, I am waiting for him, puts his money on the table, sits down, and grabs my hand, thinking he frightens me. Poor dreamer!

A pirate, self-proclaimed judge of the match, starts the challenge. Immediately, I feel my opponent pushing with all his strength, trying to win the first round. I decide to use the usual technique for these occasions: I stiffen the arm muscles, so that the other challenger is pushed against a wall, impossible to destroy. When I feel that the rival has run out of strength, I just need to push, and win, without finding any resistance.

The first round is mine!

My rival is exhausted, but he looks angry at me, and he gets into position for the second round. Too easy! As soon as the judge gives the start, I start pushing with my arm, and the opponent, having no strength left, can only be defeated in five seconds.

Everyone starts shouting: Giovanni has won! I see people happy: evidently the big pirate had won too many times. My opponent gets up and walks away, full of shame.

I made some money, but it's not enough for me. So I look at the people around me and ask: << Who wants to challenge me? I'm ready! >>. Again, the silence falls. There is a murmur, and a pirate, braver than the others, sits in front of me: he knows that I have never lost an "arm wrestling" challenge and he hopes to defeat me to enter the legend. Perhaps he thinks that, after the previous challenge, I am tired. False! I am more charged than ever.

The judge gives the start and I smile: this new opponent is much weaker than the first, and it doesn't take long for me to win both the first and second round. Another win and another little bag of money for me.

This pirate stands up and another pirate takes his place. The scene is repeated eight more times. In total, I defeated ten opponents tonight, and I made a lot of money.

Seeing that, after these ten challenges, no one approaches, I get up and ask: << What happens? Nobody wants to challenge me? >>.

<< Can I try? >> A faint voice is heard from the crowd. The pirates move, and a boy, about my age, comes forward.

As soon as I see him, I am strangely breathless: he is thin, he has short black hair, and he is wearing only a pair of red briefs. He is supposed to be a pirate, but he looks like an angel to me!

I observe him from head to toe: beautiful black hair, an angelic face, beautiful black eyes, a beautiful body, almost completely naked, and, at the end, beautiful feet. One moment! Why does it come to my mind only "beautiful"?

I can't understand what is happening to me: I have a boy in front of me, but I can't see in him an opponent to defeat, but... something else.

I have a strange sensation, never felt before: my heart is beating madly, while it seems that the tavern is no longer full of people. It's just me and him, and now I feel sad to be alone on the ship.

It seems that time has stopped, and silence has fallen over the whole world. Fortunately the boy breaks the silence, saying: << I am Mowgli. Can I take part in the challenge? >>.

I can't say anything. I nod and sit in my seat as he sits across from me.

Suddenly I remember where I am and what I'm doing: an "arm wrestling" challenge, and I'm here to win!

I shake my head, to wake up from that trance, and get into position, ready for the challenge. Mowgli grabs my hand, to start the game. But as soon as his hand touches mine, we both freeze: I feel again that unknown sensation I felt before, while I see that Mowgli blushes a little.

I don't know what to do anymore, but the voice of the judge who gives the start of the challenge it brings me back to reality.

I feel Mowgli's hand pushing hard and, again, I understand that my opponent is weak. I could defeat him right away, but strangely I like to feel his hand on mine. Also, for the first time in my life, it seems wrong for me to humiliate the challenger. I see that Mowgli is engaging in this challenge, so I decide to win, without exaggerating: I start pushing my hand against his and, being much stronger than him, I see that his arm begins to give way. I continue like this, slowly, while Mowgli strenuously tries to resist: it is so sweet and tender that I would like to stay there forever. But I have to win this challenge, so I push again and I win the first round.

All the pirates start screaming: Giovanni is very strong! I see Mowgli disappointed for the defeat. I don't know why, but I'm sorry for him. Unfortunately I am the strongest pirate of the seven seas, so I cannot lose to anyone, not even to a black-haired angel.

To not be seen sorry for Mowgli, I stand up and I start shouting with joy, claiming to be the best. Mowgli looks at me, and his gaze suddenly changes: now he hints at a smile, but not of joy. It looks like the smile of a person who has had a naughty idea, while his gaze is fixed... on my underwear?

Mowgli continues staring between my legs. I don't know what he has in mind, but this is embarrassing me a little, so I sit down and prepare for the second round.

Again, as soon as our hands clench, I feel that sensation I have experienced before, and which I cannot give a name to. But I have to win this challenge, so I take a deep breath and focus.

As in the previous round, Mowgli pushes with all his strength. I would like to stay there and enjoy the scene, but I have to win the game. As soon as I start to push, however, I see that on Mowgli's face there is the naughty smile again. I don't understand why he is smiling like that but, immediately after, I feel something strange between my legs. I look down and I see his foot on my underwear. Surprised and unable to understand, I return to focus on the duel. Unfortunately for me, Mowgli's smile hasn't gone away, and the boy decides to put his plan into action. His foot begins to move, massaging the area covered by my underwear.

I feel a flush of heat throughout my body as my arm freezes, unable to continue. Mowgli's foot continues rubbing on my briefs, and this feeling confuses me: what should I do?

I have to ignore it, and focus on the challenge. But it's so hard with his foot that he doesn't stop caressing my private parts.

I begin to breathe heavily as I feel my arm becoming soft, like jelly. On the contrary: it is my whole body that is turning to jelly.

Mowgli starts pushing again and, this time, it's his arm that finds no more resistance. I do everything possible to block it, and I think: "I am Giovanni; I am the strongest pirate of the seven seas; no one has ever beaten me to "arm wrestling"; and it is not possible for a boy like Mowgli to be able to defeat me, especially since he is not stronger than me!".

I have to beat him. I have to beat him. I have to beat him! But his foot continues moving up and down, and in circles, making me feel a wonderful sensation of warmth. I take a look under the table and... his foot is beautiful, and I can't stop it. In truth, I don't want it stops. Now I'm dazed and, without realizing it, my hand and my arm have touched the table: Mowgli has won the second round!

The silence lasts for few minutes, and then shouts of amazement fill the tavern: Incredible! Giovanni has lost a round! Mowgli managed to beat him once!

I turn red with embarrassment: no one has ever beaten me before! This time it's Mowgli who gets up to celebrate, but I see that he blushes when he looks at me: maybe he didn't do it just to beat me?

I say nothing, also because I would be ashamed to say that I was defeated by Mowgli's foot and by its marvellous caresses. Anyway, I don't agree: I am the strongest pirate, and nobody can beat me.

Now all the tavern customers are eagerly awaiting the third round: it is the first time anyone has reached the third round against me, and it is the first time that anyone has managed to win a round. If Mowgli also defeats me in the third round, it would be the end of my legend: I would no longer be the unbeatable pirate, and I would no longer be feared by everyone. I decide to defend myself from his "attacks".

Before Mowgli sits down, I close my legs and pull them back, so my opponent can't use the same trick again.

As soon as the judge gives the start of the third, final, and decisive round, Mowgli decides to use his technique again: he raises his leg but, unexpectedly, his foot does not touch my underwear, but my knees.

Mowgli looks at me shocked, and I smile: this time he won't be able to distract me! Even if I'm sorry, I have to show him who's the strongest. But I know that if I won immediately, the challenge would end, and, instead, I want to feel his hand hold mine for a while longer.

While we are standing there, and all the people are silent, anxious to know the result of the duel, I hear a slight meow near me: the cat that had rubbed between my legs as soon as I entered the tavern came up, and it seems it wants caresses.

Now I'm busy, and the strongest pirate of the seven seas has no time to waste with a cat.

Seeing that I don't caress him, and realizing that I don't want to pet him, the cat decides to change tactics. It gets behind me and, seeing the soles of my feet, it starts rubbing on them.

A shiver runs down my spine: No! Stop that! You are... you are... you are... TICKLING ME!!!!!

I grit my teeth and I hope the cat stops. I can't laugh; I can't. Nobody knows my secret, which is that the strongest pirate of the seven seas is tremendously ticklish. If someone knew of my weak point, I would be ruined: I would no longer scare anyone, and everyone would know that they have only to tickle me to defeat me in a duel, and steal my treasures.

No no no: I have to resist! The cat doesn't stop rubbing against the soles of my feet, and his fur tickles me terribly. I try to remain impassive, but Mowgli looks at me confused, noticing that there is something strange. Fortunately, every pirate is focused on our two arms above the table, and no one notices the cat behind my chair. If I can defeat Mowgli, and win this challenge, I can leave without any problems, and I keep my secret safe. Unfortunately, the tickle blocks me, and to try to resist I can't move my arm. I try to concentrate, but to no avail: my only hope is that the cat will desist from his intent.

The minutes go by when, finally, the cat stops rubbing against my soles. Immediately I no longer feel the tickle, and I breathe a sigh of relief: I did it! I managed to resist!

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch the cat and I notice that it has a strange look, almost evil. But I can't worry about this: I have to focus on the duel and win!

Unfortunately for me, the cat wants to take revenge for the fact that I didn't pet it and, having discovered my weakness, it decides to take revenge. The cat pulls out his rough tongue and it starts licking my smooth, delicate soles.

Nooooooooooo! Not the rough tongue! This tickles five times more than fur! I find myself in a worse situation than the previous one: I manage to hold back the laughter, but I cannot remain impassive. My body begins to tremble slightly as the soles of my feet are tortured by the cat's rough tongue, which seems to know perfectly well how to tickle me.

The cat runs its tongue all over my soles, determined to take revenge and make me collapse. Meanwhile, Mowgli, feeling that my arm is not pushing, tries to take advantage of the situation, and he starts pushing to win the duel.

Fortunately for me, Mowgli is weak, and the tickle makes me stiffen, making my arm impossible to move. The pirates think they are facing the most spectacular challenge in history: the two contenders are equal, and neither is able to defeat the other. If only they knew the truth: the challenge would have been over long ago with my victory, if it weren't for this cat who is enjoying tickling my feet.

After another endless minutes of rough tongue, the cat stops licking my soles. Another sigh of relief for me, that I hope, once again, that it is all over and that I can conclude the match against Mowgli.

But the cat is not satisfied: it seems determined to make me burst with laughter, forcing me to reveal my enormous weakness to the seven seas.

With an evil look, the cat snaps out one of his claws, and with it starts scratching one of my soles, giving the start of a new tickling session.

I shiver all over my body: that claw is pure torture! My body doesn't stop shaking as my face swells, trying to hold back the laughter. I am in the throes of a tickle fit, and I think: "No no no! Why? Why to me? Why this is happening to me? What did I do wrong to be born so beautiful, strong, muscular, and unbearably ticklish?". That claw is destroying me mentally and, as if that was not enough, the cat decides to use its final tactic: it puts its front paws on my soles and, pulling out all its claws, it starts getting its nails on the soles of my feet.

TILT TILT TILT TILT TILT

If a single claw was torture, now I can't define what I'm feeling: "hellish tickling" seems an understatement!

I am in peril: I am about to collapse! I can't stop shaking, and I struggle to hold back the laughter. I can't laugh! I can't laugh! I am the strongest pirate of the seven seas; no pirate has ever defeated me in a duel; and I can't let a cat defeat me by tickling me! It would be the end for me!

I feel like I'm about to burst and, I don't know how, I get an idea: in a desperate attempt to save my reputation, I manage to gather my strength, and violently lower my arm, knocking Mowgli's arm on the table, putting an end to the challenge.

The pirates don't have time to realize the situation, that I immediately jump to my feet and, with two hands on my mouth, I run out of the tavern.

I rush to the quay of the port and, lying on the ground, I immerse my face under the water.

Just in time! My mouth opens, and the laughter, which I have held back for too long, comes out on their own. Fortunately, the water muffles the sounds, so no pirate hears me laughing, but I see that, as soon as I burst out laughing, the fish run away, frightened by that sudden noise.

When I finish laughing from the tickle, I get up, wipe my face and, trying to look triumphant and confident, I go back to the tavern.

As soon as I enter, everyone looks at me in silence. Inventing an excuse, I say: << Sorry if I ran out, but I had to pee! >>. Again, shouts of joy are heard: Giovanni has won! Giovanni is the strongest pirate of the seven seas!

I see Mowgli standing by the table, while the cat is gone: better this way! I walk over to the table and take Mowgli's bag of money. I won a lot of gold tonight, but for the first time in my life I don't feel rich. I look at Mowgli and... I don't know what to say. What should I say to him? What should I do?

Mowgli smiles shyly, and says: << You are really strong! Even though I lost, I enjoyed it! I hope to meet you again! >> and, turning, he leaves the tavern, leaving me alone with my gold.

After a few seconds, I wake up from that state of trance. I see pirates screaming, and some want to challenge me. But I think it's better to not risk it, so I thank them for the fun and for the gold I won. I put all the bags of money inside a bigger bag and, wanting to show everyone my strength, I lift it with one arm.

A shiver runs down my spine: now that my arm is raised, I hope no one tickles my armpit, another hypersensitive area of my body.

I leave the tavern, leaving the other pirates to challenge each other, and return to my ship. As I walk, I think about Mowgli, and that unfamiliar feeling that I have never experienced before. Who knows if I'll meet him again. I wouldn't mind holding his hand again.

I'm exhausted: not for the "arm wrestling" challenge, but for all the tickling that evil cat gave me.

As soon as I get on the ship, I go into my cabin, and I put the bag of money on the floor. I lie down on the bed, in a prone position, and with my feet coming out of the edge of the bed.

I breathe a sigh of relief: I managed to resist the tickling, and I managed to save my dignity and reputation. Not ten seconds pass before I fall asleep deeply. I think it's all over, but as soon as I fall asleep, my cabin door opens slightly, and a pair of little cat eyes glow ominously in the dark.

The cat enters in the cabin, looks at my soles and, with an evil grin, it snaps out his claw.

END (?)