Earlier this afternoon Paddy had moved on to a new and very exciting tool - the bullwhip, as made famous by Zorro and Indiana Jones. The big Irishman had been practicing with it for several weeks, using a mannequin as a target, and ink on the whip's tail so he could see exactly where it had landed. He had worked really hard and desperately wanted to impress his mentor, ever since Angus had demonstrated the use of it...

"The crack of the whip, Paddy," the boss had said having selected his weapon: an impressive twelve foot monster. "It's the sweetest sound you'll ever hear, and the epitome of sadomasochism. If there's one tool you have to master, it's this, the bullwhip. Yielded properly, it should explode like lightening from the hand of a god, and snake through the air like a dragon's claw. The sound of it; the smell of it; the flexibility it offers - to kiss like a lover and caress the skin, or to bite like a tiger and maul a man's back... Christ, I'm getting hard just talking about it. Now watch..."

He spun the whip in a circle above his head, round and round like a slow turning propeller. Then the motion ceased and Angus's hand came forward as if he were casting a fishing line. The whip followed and he snapped his wrist.

CRACK!

It was sweet indeed, an orgasmic noise. Paddy was sold, totally bowled over. Although Kwami had been a lot less keen - the lad howling loudly as the leather snarled at his back.

Being a novice, Paddy had started with a four foot whip, which was a lot easier to handle and hit the target with. And having eventually impressed Master Gregor with his accuracy, he'd been allowed to take the bullwhip to living flesh. Karl had been chosen because of his size and ability to endure pain, and the fact that he had a broad back that would look good with some marks - Master Gregor was big on the aesthetics of sadism - another man at Bears Den who was keen on appearances.

Appearances! Sadly Angus McCloud wasn't making one - Paddy felt like the birthday boy with no friends at his party.

It was still a party though, with a hell of a good present in fancy wrapping... To make it more of an event, reminiscent of an actual old style whipping, Karl had been dressed in a loose white linen shirt and a pair of tight fitting breeches that showed off his ass to a treat. Paddy was kitted out similarly, forsaking his normal leather shorts and harness. In this dandy attire, with the bullwhip draped over his shoulder, Paddy had tied his victim to the whipping post, stretching Karl's arms above his head. Under Gregor's instruction, Paddy had then ripped the baggy shirt down the middle, turning it into a rag and exposing Karl's back. That in itself had him itching to fuck the man. What came next drove him absolutely wild.

First a few practice swings to warm things up and fill the room with the sound of the whip. Paddy made his circle following Angus's example then cast the line and snapped the wrist. The crack was loud without hitting a target - like a rifle shot ripping the air. He made a few more, savouring the noise, building up his excitement till his cock was slavering in his breeches.

Sadly he wasn't allowed to try the circle stroke on Karl - only basic strokes to begin with. But even they were totally orgasmic as he cracked the whip on flesh for a change. A slow forehand to begin with - the easiest stroke to warm Karl up; then a backhand slash that covered a lot of area and left a very pleasing mark. A bit more vigour with the overhand stroke that landed where intended under Karl's left shoulder. That one hurt! The lad was in agony; Paddy was in ecstasy, and the fun had only started.