My roommates are Lamias

This story is fictional, and is for readers 17 and up. It talks about sex, intercores with men, and some profanity. And mythical creatures called Lamias. And as a bonus a lesson to be learn. Enjoy.

Hi there, the names Blaise. I’m your typical average joe, with a pretty good job, I'm bisexual, so I go both ways. I’m also in my early thirties, I’m a tall guy with some muscles, and my hair is jet black with red streaks (yes, red, I dyed it, ) oh, and I got crystal blue eyes; therefore, I am a cutie. I live and work in a massive mansion. The place isn’t mine. It’s my roommates/employers that are pretty cool, oh, and they are also Lamias. Yes, that’s right, Lamias: A Lamia is a sub-human who is part human from the head to the upper torso, but the lower torso is the body of a snake or, to be exact, anaconda. I thought they were fairy tales, but no, they are real, and they are not evil.

Their names are Rue and Troy. They are brothers and have the ability to change their form at will. One second they can be a lamia then change to look like a human. Or Vise, Rue is a tall gentleman with spiky red hair and blue eyes, while Troy is a strawberry blonde with green eyes. Both could easily be models, but both feel like they could use their good looks to get people to help the environment. Don’t think they are just good-looking; they are super smart. That’s why they only work a few hours a week. I work as their Content writer/Editor and Social media coordinator. Let me tell you a typical day with them on Monday – Friday between the times of 6:00 am to 2:00 pm. It's after 4:15 pm when my punishment starts...oh yeah!

6:00 am, the time I wake up! Yeah, that's right. I’m an early bird.

6:15 am, I’m in my mess shorts, and I walk into the kitchen, make my breakfast, eat fast, and need my coffee; I don’t see colors without my coffee.

6:45 am, I do my work from my little corner home office, which is the typical writing content, and checking my roommates' social media. Who runs a successful company.

2:00 pm, I exercise by doing some lift train, cardio and taking a jog to the nearby town, it is a great small town very peaceful.

3:30 pm, I eat some lunch that the house servant Dimitri, a young man blonde, clean-cut, and in his mid-twenties, always makes for me. Dimitri and I get along great. We are now officially best friends and, of course, very few once in a while friends with benefits.

Now between 4:15 pm and 5:30 pm, it varies between Monday thru Friday with Rue and Troy. After I go into their office to approve my content, my social media and give me my next assignment for the following week, I have the job where I help my two roommates relax. How do I do that? Well, sometimes I’m asked to sit down, not on a chair but their coils. I get wrap around in them to a point where I have my arms bound behind me, and my legs are sprawled out to a point to where I can't move because Rue nor Troy have a tight grip on me. But not so tight. They make sure I can breathe so I can be comfortable. The other best part about this I'm always the top. Don't get me wrong; I don't mind being the bottom occasionally (but being the top for these two I gotta say is the best sex, and to be clear, this is not bestiality.) I am then placed in a position to go inside either one. Since I can’t move, the guys do all the work.

Other times I get tied up on a particular inflatable couch that Troy bought, especially for me! I kid you not; he even let me pick the color. Once in a while, the online sex store we go to Rue and Troy lets me decide what I want to be tickled or spanked with. Both brothers are amazing when it comes to being punished, but I see it as a reward.

But to be honest, I love it when I'm blindfolded and gagged. Because both Rue and Troy are great painters, they enjoy painting on the bottom of my feet with edible paint. The paintings are unique; they even have an Instagram page. I'm not going to lie; it tickles me, but between you and me, I love having my feet tickled. The best part comes after they're done, They take a photo of what they finished, and they began to lick the paint off my feet. Oh yeah, it's ticklish, it's erotic, and I love every second of it! Not only that, Troy and Rue take turns using their tail to give me a tail job; it's like a handjob but with their snake tail.

People say “don’t judge a book by its cover,” that you should get to know the person for who they are. But what if their Lamias? It wasn’t my choice; it just…happen. Rue, Troy, and Dimitri saved my life. Long story short, about a month ago, I lived in the city. I was in a relationship with a guy; the asshole wanted space. I thought to myself, not a problem; I'll give him space. I moved into another apartment, finished paying off my car, had a tremendous well-paid job. Things were going great until three weeks later I find out my so-called boyfriend had another guy (that stupid fucker), then I lose my job. Well, fuck me sideways! I took that as a sign to pack up my shit and go! Where was I going? I don't know; I didn't care as long as I was far away from the ex. I drove for a whole day, well…I would stop to eat, sleep, or when I had to take a piss or shit. I passed the desert then into a beautiful forest almost looks like something from a fairy tale. Of course, in fairy tales, your car doesn't just breakdown in the middle of nowhere with no Goddamn cellular service.

I was devastated. I had nowhere to go, so I took well very little stuff I could take in my knapsack. I started walking until I came across a bear you can guess how this goes I don't remember much because I remember slipping into a moving River and going over a cliff. When I woke up, I was expecting to be in mud or still in the Woods instead. I’m in a beautiful bedroom. I'm on a soft bed; there's an open fire, and to top it off, I'm naked. I can think of only one thing: I am in Heaven because I died. “You’re awake; I guess that means you’re going to be ok.” Rue said, “What happens?” I asked. “How did I get here?”

“You were rolling down the river, and you got caught in our fishing net.” The young servant’s name is Dimitri, and he was handing me my dried clothes.

“Thanks for saving my life; I owe you both big time.”

“Don’t worry about it, and lunch is almost ready,” Dimitri said. Suddenly Troy walks in.

“I hear our guest is awake,” Troy said. “My name is Troy; you gave us quite a scare.”

In the dining area, the table was a typical size for a family of seven. On the menu, there were salmon steak, baked veggies, and fresh-baked cornbread. I told them where I was coming from and where I left my car. I was surprised how they showed me sympathy by offing to get my car and bring it to me.

“The car is up the river, in the forest, and let’s not forget the damn bear,” I said. “And not to mention it’s going to coast and arm and a leg and an eyebrow.”

“You can pay us back when you can,” Rue said.

Rue looked at me as if he were looking at strawberries and cream with an appetite. It felt kind of nice having a couple of guys looking at me that way. I didn’t want to be owing them favors so, I asked if there was a way to work off my debt. They told me they were looking for a content editor and a social media coordinator. Now you know how I got my job, and second, they did the painting and licked my feet. Dimitri was happy; I was doing that. He hated it so badly that he would purposely get drunk or run long errands.

I stayed with them for a couple of days, two to be exact, no wait, it was three. My car was brought to me last night; I was surprised to find it in good condition, well, a few scratches from the damn bear and rodents trying to borrow into the car. Even the note I left explaining why I left my car behind was ok, but I was happy to see the rest of my stuff. The next day is when I learned that Troy and Rue were lamias. I remember waking up bright and early; I wanted to make breakfast, but on that day, Dimitri was out in the countryside to buy groceries and other essentials, so I prepared my breakfast with the traditional eggs, bacon, biscuits, and coffee. I made enough for all four of us. So, I get the boys to surprise them. I saw their door was ajar, so I walked to knock on the door; I saw them both in a form that terrified me; their upper torso was their human side, but from their waist down they had they were the same length as a full-grown anaconda, they saw that I had seen them, so I ran…screaming like a mad fool. And both of them ran after me. They caught me and wrapped me in their coils.

“No, let me go, please. I wouldn’t tell anyone they,” I said, screaming, and if you must know I was crying…yes, you read that correctly. Dimitri arrives and gets me to calm down; Rue and Troy asked me to stay to explain why they hide their form. Also, they wanted me to stay because they both liked me.

I did like them too, and yes, I do love snakes, not to mention I had nowhere else to go. Remember, I packed up and left without a plan. It’s funny how life takes you places where you are needed to be; Dimitri is proof of this because Dimitri is 100% human and was a drifter, homeless, a thief, and suicidal. He told me he had broken into Rue and Troy’s mansion. Dimitri had over $5,000 worth of tech and jewelry in his bag, and instead of pressing charges, Troy and Rue took him in and helped him heal. It took over a month, but Dimitri became a different person. As I said before, Don’t judge others, don’t believe what others tell you. Please get to know the people or Lamias in this case before you get to know them. Because those others can help you when you need it, Troy and Rue didn’t just help me. They saved my life, and they like helping others.

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