A Taste of the Whip

It was a fine hot summer day. I was walking through the dunes at a national seashore. Nudity was permitted there and so I had stripped off my clothes and left them in a bag that I had hidden in a safe spot.  The feeling of being naked in the hot summer sun soon had me hard as a rock. As I walked my hard cock bounced stiffly up and down keeping me hot and hard. It was glorious!   

After about half an hour I came upon a strange sight. I came around a bend in the trail and encountered a thickly muscled older man. He was wearing a pair of tight fitting swim briefs. In his hand was a short whip about three feet long. He stood in front of an old fence post that was about six feet tall. He was swinging the whip repeatedly, hitting the post with each stroke. The effort made him glisten with sweat, accentuating his well muscled body. I could see from his tight shorts that he was well hung. 

We were both a bit startled at this sudden chance encounter. There was no way to hide my stiff throbbing cock and he looked at it and smiled. I commented that it was quite unusual to see someone whipping a wooden post. He replied that indeed he should have someone tied to the post to take a whipping. To my surprise this comment made my cock throb with desire. He noticed that I was in heat and quickly took advantage of the situation. With a flick of his wrist he snapped the whip at me, hitting me in the chest and leaving a red stripe across my chest. He said that because I liked to parade myself nude, I should be disciplined and he was going to administer discipline to me at the post.   

Now he struck me again harder, the whip biting my bare back. He pointed to the post and ordered me to stand against it with my chest touching it. I obeyed and he tied my wrists as high as he could stretch them on the post. Then he bound my ankles to the base of the post.   So there I was, naked, my body stretched tight with my hard cock rubbing against the post. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, running his hand down my back and ass. His breath was coming heavy now. He told me that since I didn't have any clothes to wear he was going to give me stripes to wear instead.   

Then the whipping began. He stepped back and brought the whip back over his head and swung it forcefully. I heard the whip hiss through the air and then it bit into my naked flesh. I managed to not cry out under the first lash and this excited him more. He promised me he would make me cry out and laid on the next stroke. Again I remained stoic.   Now he fell into a rthymm and gave me stroke after stroke. My body glistened with sweat and my cock throbbed against the post. Despite the bite of the whip it was exsquisite! The heat of my arousal made me impervious to the pain.   

My tormentor took this as a challenge and laid the whip on with vigor. After about thirty lashes I could no longer resist. As the whip bit my bare flesh I cried out in a mixture of agony and ecstacy. This excited him even more and he laid it on faster and faster. I cried out like I was being bitch fucked and exploded in climax against the post.   

I could hear him panting behind me. He stepped up close to me and said that now it was his turn to come. He had taken off his shorts and rubbed his hard cock on my ass to let me feel what I was about to get. He had oiled his cock and I felt the mushroom head searching out my hole. Then he was inside me. He fucked me slowly at first, gradually building up speed and intensity. There was nothing I could do, I was bound to the whipping post helpless and vulnerable. Finally he cried out in climax as I felt him gush inside me.