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