Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2022 11:08:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: steam_t2007@yahoo.com
Subject: Rhys Maxwell-Jenkins 2 - Lord St Paul An Archbishops College Series Story

Rhys Maxwell-Jenkins 2 - Lord St Paul
An Archbishops College Series Story
by Steam Train ( steam_t2007@yahoo.com )

Copyright 2021 by Steam Train, all rights reserved.

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual
activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality
to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not
read further, and do not save this story.

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This is an edited story in homage to the numerous Freddy Miller references
in multiple chapters of `The Gang' by Kelly Slimspank.

Many years ago now, the author Kelly Slimspank communicated with me from
time to time and we discussed plot ideas. The author sent me copies of the
chapters written (520 chapters in total) until they ceased coming and the
author disappeared.

The longest erotic fantasy work I have ever written was just over thirty
chapters, so to write so many chapters of `The Gang' is an amazing
achievement. I only wish the author had continued to published what was
written, instead of withdrawing the early published chapters leaving almost
no trace of the stories on the internet.

The way Kelly Slimspank wrote `The Gang', there were numerous story plots
occurring at the same time in each chapter. I have cut and pasted from a
number of wide ranging chapters to extract this particular singular story
plot and present it as an edited whole.

Intending no disrespect to the author for plagiarising the work of Kelly
Slimspank, but in the desire to showcase some of the almost unobtainable
writing in `The Gang', I give you for your enjoyment, my edited story which
I have worked into the universe of the Archbishops College Series.

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Genealogy:

Nigel Paul Maxwell-Jenkins, 18th Marquess of Jenkins, born 1951 is a peer
of the Unified Kingdom. He succeeded his father to the title in 1978.

Ancestral Residence: Pauline Castle
Married 1977 Rosemary Alana Shore (born 1955) Issue: 2

1: Christopher Paul Maxwell-Jenkins, Earl of Maxwell, (born 1979), heir apparent.
Ancestral Residence: St Paul's House,
married Margaret Christine Townsend (born 1980) in 2002, had issue: 3

*Rhys Paul Maxwell-Jenkins, Lord St Paul (born 2005)
* Lady Katherine (Katy) Paula Maxwell-Jenkins (born 2008)
* Lady Georgina Paula Maxwell-Jenkins (2009)

2: Lord Jason Paul Maxwell-Jenkins (born 1981) married Flora Gail Roberts
(born 1983) in 2005, had issue: 2

* Andrew Paul Maxwell-Jenkins (born 2006)
* Frederick (Freddy) Paul Maxwell-Jenkins (born 2007)

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Rhys Maxwell-Jenkins 2 - Lord St Paul
An Archbishops College Series Story

When Lady Katherine (Katy) Maxwell-Jenkins and her younger sister Lady
Georgina Maxwell-Jenkins had left to spend the rest of the day grounded in
their bedrooms to contemplate their behaviour and recover from the
humiliation, embarrassment and pain of their recent naked spankings, it
left just Margaret Countess of Maxwell, wife of the Earl of Maxwell; Lady
Elizabeth (Lizzie) Bombast wife of Lord Bombast, the Baron Bombast; Rhys
Maxwell-Jenkins, Lord St Paul and Frederick (Freddy) Maxwell-Jenkins in the
master guest bedroom of the main residence of St Paul's House, the
ancestral home of the Earls of Maxwell.

Freddy Maxwell-Jenkins had decided it was now time, with the departure of
his first cousins, for him to head home. "I'd better be getting home
aunty!" he stated.

"Oh no, not yet my young nephew" said his aunt, Margaret, Countess of
Maxwell, "We haven't finished with you yet!"

"Oh goody!" said Lady Bombast

"What?" said Freddy, not sure how to take this, his eyes widened and he
swallowed heavily.

"You must be getting a bit warm here in bed with us in that t-shirt, Lady
Bombast would you help Freddy remove it please!" said Margaret, Countess of
Maxwell.

"No, I'm..." began Freddy licking his dry lips.

Whilst lifting up Freddy's t-shirt for him, Lady Bombast said, "You
shouldn't be wearing clothes in bed anyway. It's not comfortable!"

"I'm comfortable, but anyway, I'll... I'll... I'll be going soon" said
Freddy hopefully.

Lizzie pulled the t-shirt over his head exposing momentarily his hairless
arm pits.

"Well, we have to get you cleaned up first" said Freddy's Aunt Margaret
reaching for the flannel on the bedside table and pulling the duvet down
"We can't send you back to your mother all dirty can we?"

Freddy had put his willy back in his pants, but his trousers were still
undone. Margaret brought the flannel down to Freddy's tummy and wiped him
clean.

"I think his willy must still be dirty" said Lizzie "And we can't have that
can we?" She started pulling his trousers down.

"Oh no, don't please..." said Freddy blushing heavily.

"Don't be silly, we've both seen lots of boys' willies before and so has
Rhys" said Margaret, "So there's nothing to be shy about."

With the duvet pulled down and with Lady Bombast sitting up to drag his
trousers off and his aunt the Countess of Maxwell sitting up to wipe him
with the flannel, Freddy now had an unobstructed view of both women's
breasts, and he could also see his aunt's pussy. His penis started to
stiffen again and it began to push his pants up.

"This boy's eager" said Lizzie, moving back up the bed to pull Freddy's
pants down.

Freddy grabbed them and held them "No, no, please..." he said in
desperation.

"Your thirteen years old now Freddy, in the Maxwell-Jenkins family, that
means it's time to grow up!" said Margaret "And you can't grow up with your
pants on." She took firm hold of his wrists and pulled his hands out of the
way. Lizzie pulled his pants down, causing his erection to spring
up. Freddy groaned in embarrassment.

Margaret let go of his wrists and brought the flannel down, wiping his
groin and willy carefully clean, while Freddy made loud moaning
noises. Lizzie bent to kiss him and she stroked a hand over his chest and
tummy.

Freddy just didn't know what to do so he lay moaning and breathing heavily,
kissing Lizzie back as best he could. He yelped slightly as he felt an
unfamiliar warmth and wetness over his willy. Margaret sucked on his hard
young penis and stroked his balls, while Lizzie continued kissing and
stroking him. Freddy couldn't help himself but grab at breasts and
bottoms. He didn't quite have the courage to put a hand to either of the
women's pussies yet, but he was hoping it was only a matter of time.

Rhys Maxwell-Jenkins, Lord St Paul took in the scene in the bed opposite
him with an open smile. He was long used to his mothers very liberal sexual
views and that combined with the very long established family sexual
traditions of the Maxwell-Jenkins, was the prime reason for his own very
open and relaxed attitude to sex!

When his cousin Freddy let a very loud prolonged moan of pleasure, Rhys
chuckled softly, but not soft enough, his mother heard him.

"Oh my darling Rhys, I was forgetting that you were still in here" said
Margaret, lifting her mouth from Freddy for a moment she said, "Undress and
come join us here on the bed!"

Rhys knew he was bisexual, but the only actual sex he had ever had, was gay
with a friend who lived near St Paul's House that he had known since they
were little and more recently with two prefects at Archbishops
College. There had been no opportunities with girls yet, it was pretty hard
to have a serious relationship with a girl at an all boys school ... "

Rhys stood looking perplexed as he stared at his mother and Lady Bombast
engaged in sexual activity with his thirteen year old cousin; which Freddy
did seem to be enjoying. His mothers instruction, and her tone, had been
quite clear, quite emphatic, but he wasn't sure he could comply. To share a
bed with Lady Bombast would be very interesting and he was keen to try
that, but to share the same bed with his mother and his thirteen year old
cousin? That seemed too much! Yes he was bisexual and his cousin was good
looking but still ... Freddy was close family!

"But... mother ..." said Rhys.

"No buts, Rhys!" said Margaret firmly, lowering her mouth to Freddy again.

Lizzie shuffled up a little and took Freddy's hand, she pushed it between
her legs, and as Freddy's fingers uncurled and started to explore she
moaned and went back to kissing him. Margaret gave up on sucking Freddy's
willy and turned to Rhys again.

"Rhys, If you don't want to spend the rest of the day grounded like your
sisters and experience having your backside pummelled by the paddle, you'd
better get yourself naked over here here real quick!" said Margaret.

Rhys moved quick, very quick! He hurriedly stripped off his clothing and
immediate moved towards the bed, and climbed up on it carefully, keeping
his distance from his mother.

Rhys Maxwell-Jenkins, the Lord St Paul at fifteen years of age already had
the body of a young man, with a face that showed signs that he shaved, a
thick neck which stood on broad shoulders above a firm chest and powerful
hairy legs. He had prior to traditional values a thick bush of pubic hair
and a prominent happy trail that ran up to his naval, but they were now
shaved smooth, as had the thick growths of hair that had grown in his arm
pits and the wispy growths of hair that had started to grow on his chest
and around his buttocks.

Rhys had an impressive thick uncircumcised penis which Lady Bombast
immediately estimated would have been between four and five inches flaccid,
however at the moment it was fully erect at close to seven inches she
estimated.

"Yummy ... Leave him to me" said Lady Bombast, looking up. She immediately
abandoned Freddy and climbed over the top of him giving him a first class
view of her wet excited pussy. Freddy groaned, but was disappointed that
her pussy had moved away from his virgin hand. Lizzie took Rhys in a hug,
kissed him, and then with a giggle pushed him down on the bed. Rhys was not
just erect but throbbing before her hand even came down to his penis.

Margaret opened and reached into the bedside draw, sorted through a
collection of condoms and selecting one, threw it to Lizzie and then
selecting the smallest, opened the packet and rolled the condom onto
Freddy's rampant willy before she moved up and sat on Freddy, his penis
hardly making an impression inside her. She smiled at him, though, and
leaned forward to kiss him and stroke him as she took her nephew's
virginity.

Lizzie wasn't far behind and a few moments later she impaled herself on
Rhys's much larger, very satisfying organ. Rhys was now truly bisexual!

The two women rode their boys, side by side!

 Margaret stroked the bewildered and overjoyed Freddy as she lay beside
him. He had a hand still clamped to one of Margaret's breasts in something
akin to a death grip. She smiled at him fondly and he grinned back like a
lunatic. As she stroked her hand up and down his chest he lifted his head
slightly "Wow that's ... Wow that's fantastic!" he stated in a rather high
pitched voice.

Margaret's hand grazed his willy which quickly erected itself again as she
sat up and smiled down at him. She then kissed her way down his chest and
tummy and when she came to his penis she removed the spent condom. She then
sucked his willy into her mouth and he moaned aloud with the exquisite
pleasure.

Lizzie was grinning at Rhys "I can't believe how manly you are for your age
" she said to him.

"Thank you, I... I haven't done, it was..." he began, trying not to look at
his mother giving Freddy a blow-job.

"Your first time ..." said Lizzie gently slapping Rhys's now limp penis.

"Yes and no... it was the first time with a woman or girl, but I'm bisexual
and I have had sex with guys before " said Rhys who had quickly regained
his composure and in his usual open manner told it just as it was!

"Oh!"! said Lizzie, who initially was taken aback by his openness but
quickly recovered and planted a kiss in the middle of his chest.

Rhys, distracted by the sounds of slurping and moaning noises coming from
Freddy and his mother, turned his head towards them. "Mother please!" he
said with urgency in his voice.

 "Freddy, why don't you hop in the shower? Get properly cleaned up?"
suggested Margaret, sensing her sons unease.

Freddy smiled broadly, but didn't reply.

"I'll take him" said Lizzie "I could use a shower myself."

Lizzie rolled across the bed, away from Rhys, and she patted Freddy's tummy
"Come on sweetie, let's go and have a shower."

Freddy sat up. He wasn't the dirtiest boy in the world, but showering was
hardly his favourite activity.

Lizzie reading his expression gave him a kiss "Oh, don't look like that"
she said "I think you might be looking at showers differently after today."
She grabbed his wrist and skipped off with him, picking up their clothing
off the floor as they went.

Margaret turned to Rhys who lay on his back staring at the ceiling. She
shuffled across the bed to him and kissed him in the middle of his left
cheek. "You alright, darling?" she asked.

Rhys frowned "No, not really mother. I mean..." he paused, trying to draw
together so many conflicting thoughts and concerns. "You just had sex with
Freddy, your nephew, he's thirteen for God's sake and close family."

Margaret smiled at him and kissed him on the lips, stroking his chest as
she did so.

"Rhys, I'm sorry if my actions have shocked you, but it has been the
Maxwell-Jenkins family tradition for the males of the line to loose their
virginity within the family. It's a long story but in short, Aunty Flora
should have taken yours, but it never happened.

"But..." began Rhys.

Margaret silenced him with another kiss.

"Freddy loosing his virginity was all sorted out with his father and mother
well before today. We were all just waiting for the right time and your
cousin Andrew kicking the footy on the roof provided the perfect
opportunity! You should feel sorry for your cousin Andrew, as far as his
parents know, he is still a virgin and now his younger brother has lost his
virginity before he has!

Rhys was deep in thought and his mother noticed. "What are you thinking
about darling? Probably best not to worry about it, whatever it is, unless
it would help to tell me?" said Margaret "Just relax and tell if it helps."

Rhys exhaled heavily and opened up about his new concern. "Mother you have
known for four years or so that I was probably bisexual and you have been
very supportive and understanding about that!"

"Thank you darling!" Margaret interrupted and silenced Rhys momentarily by
giving him another kiss.

"I know you know that I've done things with a guy who lives near here, a
guy that I have known since we were both little and you have deliberately
never asked any questions about that ... well that guy lives very close and
is actually my cousin Andrew!"

"Really, ... well I never considered that possibility. I guess I should
have, as Andrew is only a year younger than you!" Margaret calmly
replied. "What did you do with Andrew?"

"We started out jerking each other off when I was about eleven and that led
to kissing, blowjobs and eventually to him fucking me and me him!"

"Well Andrew is not a virgin then, it seems he lost his full virginity well
before his younger brother, which is good and it was all in the family too
which is even better!" exclaimed Margaret.

"Oh mother, I am so lucky to have you. Most mothers would not have reacted
so well to the news I just told you." said Rhys

"Most mothers unfortunately would not have been trusted by their son to
have such an open discussion. I love you darling and despite what your two
sisters are probably thinking right at their moment, I love them dearly
too!" said Margaret.

Margaret slapped her son gently on the thigh and asked with a cheeky grin
"Would you like a spanking right now for your sins? I've still got that
paddle and if that's what you want, you can have it right across your
bottom now."

"No, no, no, I..." Rhys feigned in distress as her dropped back onto the
bed and smiled.

Margaret let only the tiniest of grins escape onto her face as she saw Rhys
penis again begin to stand up.

"Tell you what" she said gently "When those two are finished in the ensuite
shower, why don't we go and get cleaned up together., that is something we
hadn't done in such a very long time!" suggested Margaret.

Rhys smiled again and hoped his now raging erection had not made him look
too keen.

Margaret tickled her son across the tummy slightly "You want to, don't do?"
she teased.

"No, I... oh alright... yes I do!" said Rhys.

"You can't fool your mother,Lord St Paul" she said "Because..." she seized
his erection "This is like the reverse of Pinocchio's nose, it tells the
truth." She stroked it up and down a couple of times before retuning to
kiss him on the lips.

Rhys wrapped his arms around his mother and rolled her on top of him.

Meanwhile in the ensuite bathroom Freddy was giggling as Lizzie tickled
him. He was supposed to be getting dressed, but Lizzie couldn't help
herself; he was just too cute. She laid a towel down on the tiled floor and
pulled him down onto it with her, and kissed him.

Freddy had only managed to pull his underpants on, and despite his best
efforts, Lizzie's tickling had prevented him from getting any
further. Lizzie, still naked, rolled Freddy around on the large towel,
tickling and kissing him as he shrieked with pleasure.

Lizzie hugged him to her and sighed, letting her hands stroke his hair and
his bottom. She slipped her hand down inside his pants, to stroke the bare
flesh of his buttocks.

"So, is this a one off affair or are you enjoying enough to come back for
more next week?" she asked gently.

"Oh yes please, but what about my brother Andrew, I feel sorry for him
missing out on all the fun" he said with complete sincerity.

"Oh? Really?" asked Lizzie sounding excited. "I can't see any reason why
Andrew can't join us next week. He sounds just as yummy as you Freddy,
`He's fourteen and he's got a hairy willy' ,I think that how your cousin
Katy described Andrew.

"Yes my brother is more developed than me but he is older!" said Freddy.

"What a pity, that next week we won't have a reason to smack your cute
little bottom again?" said Lizzie.

"Oh!" said Freddy "Well, I could use a naughty word!"

"Clever boy." said Lizzie.

"Would it... would it be a hard spanking?" asked Freddy.

"Well, that would depend on the word, wouldn't it, but if it was a mild
naughty word, I expect the spanking would be very mild too, and..."
continued Lizzie gently "Your brother might say a naughty word too next
week, do you think you could arrange that Freddy?"

Freddy started to grow erect again at the thought and he smiled "Oh yes. I
am sure I can arrange for Andrew to do that."

"Well that would be lovely" said Lizzie "And if you and your brother are
really good about your spanking, and you're not all silly and shy,
and... if you're super cute again, we'd probably want to make it up to both
of you afterwards just like we have with you today." She rolled him onto
his back and saw his hard-on trying to break out of his pants. She patted
it gently.

"But don't overdo the wanking, because otherwise there won't be anything
left for us" she said with a giggle.

Freddy blushed but managed to shake his head. Lizzie spread the hole at the
front of his pants and teased his erection out "I suppose we could just
have one more" she said giving him an encouraging kiss and then bringing
her mouth down towards his groin.

At that moment the ensuite door opened and Margaret said, "I thought you
two were getting dressed?"

"We were" said Lizzie "Then we got distracted."

"Well stop getting distracted, and start getting dressed" said Margaret
shaking her head, "Rhys and I need to shower."

"Yes, Countesses" said Lizzie with a smile.

Freddy rose up from the towel on the floor and put his trousers on, while
Margaret shook her head with a grin.

 Freddy was very nervous when he returned to his family's apartment. He
wasn't sure what mood his mother was going to be in, nor what if anything
she intended to do with him. He unconsciously tiptoed along the hall into
the kitchen where his mother was already dishing up the Sunday lunch.

"You took your time" his mother said to him, but not harshly.

"Sorry mum, I got delayed, I was..." he didn't know what to say. On the one
hand he wanted her to be absolutely certain that he had been punished quite
enough for his crimes and didn't deserve any more at all, but on the other
he didn't want to raise the subject of punishment and certainly not what
had happened to him after his punishment.

"Come here" said his mother, stirring the gravy.

Freddy shuffled over to her, full of dread and apprehension. As he drew
close she put an affectionate arm around him "Are you okay?"

He nodded, surprised at his mother's tenderness when he was expecting her
to be cross.

"They didn't punish you too harshly?" she asked.

Again, Freddy was torn. If he gave her the impression they were lenient she
might decide he needed more punishment, but if he suggested they were harsh
they might get into trouble, or he might be banned from going there again.

"No, mum, they were fair" he said, and then hurriedly added "But strict,
very strict."

"Good" said his mother, "You know Freddy, you look so much more grown up
than when you deft to fetch the football!"

"Do I?" Freddy asked innocently and then began to wonder what his mother
actually knew.

 "Oh yes you do, much more of a man, congratulations! she said with a smile
and a wink

Freddy could feel himself blushing profusely, she knew ... his mother knew
he had had sex and lost his virginity.

"I'm going to need your help this afternoon for a short time, okay?" his
mother informed him.

"Help?" said Freddy, surprised yet again.

"Your father and I are going to be going out and we need someone to be in
charge while we're gone. Now that your a man, I need you to ensure your
brother completes his naked time punishment in the lounge room and look
after him, make sure there isn't any trouble while we're gone. I am so
proud of you Freddy!" said his mother, giving him a hug and a squeeze.

"M... me!?" said Freddy with incredulity "In, in, in charge of Andrew!"

"So do you think you can be in charge for me? It's just for the afternoon"
said his mother.

"Uh... Yes okay" said Freddy, slowly beginning to comprehend "So, you want
me to be in charge of my older brother then?"

"Yes!" said his mother, giving him a kiss on the cheek "You are now more
`experienced' than Andrew, at least for the immediate future, are you up to
it?"

Freddy nodded "Oh yes" he said "I'll do my very best."

"Alright then, why don't you go and sit at the table, lunch will be ready
in a minute" said his mother as she gave him an encouraging pat on the
bottom.

Freddy turned and headed to the dining end of the lounge very slowly,
fearing he had been catapulted into an alternate universe; one which was
very similar to, but not the same as, the one he had woken up in this
morning.

His suspicion was only confirmed when he entered the lounge and saw his
older brother Andrew, fully naked as the day he was born, standing with his
hands on his head in front of the fireplace. Andrew's torso was tanned a
light bronze color. He has noticeable armpit hair and his legs, which were
also tanned, had visible hairs around the ankles and a few thin brown hairs
up to his knees.

The whiteness of Andrew's groin contrasted perfectly with the tan of his
legs and abdomen. He had not been shaved as yet under traditional values
rules and still had a thick bush of brown pubic hair extending two inches
or so around his penis and covering his low hanging balls. His penis was
about four inches long flaccid and close to one inch thick. There was just
a hint of a 'happy trail' beginning above the top of his bush.

Freddy walked slowly to his seat admiring the view and his older brothers
obvious embarrassment and humiliation. He sat, without speaking to his
brother, as he continued to study his brothers naked body. As he did so he
wondered if, in this alternate universe, they still had his
favourite... roast potatoes.


The End