This
Strange World Needs A Kicking!
By
Laura S. Fox
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© 2021 Laura S. Fox
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Gay
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This Strange World Needs
A Kicking! Summary
If only I got transported to another world like
in those cool anime series – is what Kai Martin thinks
when Milo, his best friend, suddenly confesses and asks him out.
Next thing he knows, he's
in a huge bed, in what looks like royal chambers, and there's a handsome naked
guy next to him. Who glares at him and asks him something about another round.
Another round of what?
And then, a guy in
butler's livery walks through the door and looks at him like he just spat in his
food.
On the other side of the
universe, Prince Sebastian finds himself in a conundrum of his own. A commoner
with beautiful eyes asks him out on a date. What's a date? Ah, and there's also
that thing about a curse, as it looks like he just got thrown into a cruel
world full of dangers.
In other words, this is a
story about a NEET who learns what responsibility is while trying to fight
monsters, fend off the advances of his personal captive-prince-slash-sex-slave,
and figure out why nobody likes him. It's also the story of a prince with a
stack of chips on his shoulder who learns that having feelings is not all that
bad.
Chapter One – Be Careful
What You Wish For
"Man, I'm sweating like
crazy," Milo complained and pulled at his collar with a dejected look on his
face.
"Only one month left, and
we'll be out of school and out of these uniforms," Kai hurried to assure him.
"Not sure if I want to become a grownup just yet."
They were behind the
school, and only the summer cicadas filled the air with noise. Milo had told
him he had something to say to him, and now Kai was curious.
"Come on, man, what did
you want to tell me? Did your folks buy you the latest T-box?"
Milo grimaced.
"Seriously, dude, are you that ready for your life as a NEET? You're only
thinking about video games all day long."
"Correction, my dude. I'm
not thinking about them. I'm playing them all day long. And night. I'm also
watching anime."
"Yeah. That's why you're
so pale and skinny."
Kai laughed and punched
his best friend in the shoulder. "So? I have you as my guardian. Nobody dares
to touch me while I'm walking side by side with The Beast," he joked.
Unlike him, Milo was into
sports, particularly basketball. On the court, he was focused and determined,
which was why he had earned himself that nickname. Also, unlike him, Milo had
prospects to go to college in the fall. For now, Kai didn't have the slightest
idea what he wanted to do with his life. Most probably, he would end up
scanning barcodes at the supermarket, which pretty much was what he was doing
already – part-time – to feed his addiction to games.
The difference between
him and Milo was visible from a mile away. Milo was athletic, blond, and
handsome, while he was gangly, with dark hair, white skin, and often taken for
a goth or emo kid. Some people had never heard of the
music revolution.
"So, what did you want to
tell me? Here, in the middle of nowhere?"
"We're behind the school,
dude." Milo looked away for a moment and leaned against the wall.
Kai followed his every
move with increased curiosity. "What is it? Now you're starting to give me the
willies."
Milo laughed for a
moment, like he was embarrassed by something, and then ran one hand through his
wavy hair. Kai had always secretly envied Milo for his fantastic hair, but he
didn't let petty things get in the way of their friendship.
"What the hell... are you
blushing? Ah, I know. You got yourself a girlfriend! You sly dog."
Milo suddenly looked
straight at him. "No, I didn't. There's something else I want to tell you,
Kai."
"So? Go ahead already. Or
I'm starting to think it's something bad. Wait, is it something bad?"
"No, no, nothing like
that." Milo inhaled and exhaled. "It's just something... look, I've never seen
you with a girl."
"I've never seen you with
a girl, either. Seriously, dude, you're only hanging out with me, and you could
have anyone else as a girlfriend or a friend or whatever."
"I don't want anyone
else."
Kai couldn't recall
seeing the same intense look in Milo's eyes, except for when he was playing,
and he wanted to score. Did Milo want to score now? "Cool. I mean, it's cool
that I'm your friend. You would be a dumb jock without me."
"Kai, I'm going to tell
you something. Promise me that you'll be honest when you reply to what I'm
about to say."
"Sure thing. Just spit it
out already. I'm boiling in this uniform just as much as you, although I might
not look like it."
Milo looked away again
but then set his eyes on Kai. "I've always liked you."
"And? I like you, too,
bro."
"No, like... like."
Like, like? "Um ..."
"Will you go out with me?
On a date? A real date?"
Kai felt his jaw falling,
his eyes going out like popcorn, and his knees turning to jelly. He stiffened,
pulled back his jaw, and closed his eyes. What the hell was he supposed to
answer to that? No, no, no, this wasn't happening...
If only I got transported to another world like
in those cool anime series --
He gasped as the ground
beneath his feet suddenly disappeared, and he struggled to open his eyes, but
his eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't move a muscle in his body. The sound of
a dreadful wind passed by his ears and a deep fear engulfed him.
Then, just like that, he
opened his eyes, and the wind was gone. The first thing he noticed was a high
light blue ceiling adorned with delicate filigree the color of gold.
The second was that he
was lying on a bed and that the room he was in looked nothing like the back of
the high school where he had been only seconds ago.
"What the hell..." he
murmured.
"Up already?" A gruff
voice asked from his right.
Kai snapped his head
toward the source of those words.
The third thing he
noticed was the young man in bed with him. A very handsome, very naked man. He
had eyes like molten lava and dark hair that caressed his shoulders.
Kai whimpered when the
man pushed aside the coverlet, letting him see a... thing of impressive
dimensions. He moved his eyes to the filigree on the ceiling in an instant.
"Ready for another round,
then?" the man asked.
Another round of... what?
Oh, he needed to say the
words out loud if he wanted to be heard. "Another round of... what?"
"Are you done playing
with me?" The man scoffed, and much to Kai's relief, got out of the bed.
Not that it served too
much to watch him parade his naked body around. Kai had nothing but bro
feelings toward guys, but he couldn't stop staring. The man had tanned skin,
and if anyone needed a model for studying anatomy or art, they could use his
body for learning all the group muscles.
He cocked his head and
squinted. Yeah, totally, all the muscles were there.
"What are you doing?" the
man inquired in a tone that left no room for imagination about what feelings he
nurtured toward the other person in the room.
Kai closed his eyes for a
moment and then exhaled. "Where am I?"
Now, the man looked at
him like he had just escaped from a mental institution.
"Oh, right," Kai said and
pushed himself up on his butt. He put one finger up. "I've been transported to
another world, and I'm... the hero?"
At that, the man scoffed.
"I suppose your people must see you as the hero," he said through his teeth.
"Although I doubt it."
Kai blinked a few times.
The way he got there was wrong on so many levels. First of all, it didn't look
like he had been summoned. There was nothing like some curvy goddess needing
him for daring quests, and instead, he had been teleported to some dude's bed.
Not to mention, everything pointed at this world belonging to a particular
sub-genre called...
"Boys' love?" he asked
out loud.
The handsome man gave him
the evil eye now. He sneered. "Where do you see any boys? Or love?"
Hmm, so it wasn't? Kai
rubbed his chin in thought. He had plenty of questions to ask, but the handsome
naked dude didn't look like a good source for finding information. He was no
expert, but he could tell the guy hated his guts.
Which wasn't fair since
they had just met.
His train of thought was
interrupted by the huge doors opening. Another attractive young man in butler
livery came in, pushing what looked like a mobile food tray. Well, maybe this
servant was his guide in this different world.
This one had short blond
hair, brushed over his head, and delicate features. However, he wore a sour
expression on his face. "Your breakfast, Sire," he said in a frosty voice that
dropped the temperature in the room by at least four-point-five degrees.
Kai eyed the tray on which
several plates covered by shiny lids lay. By how the butler slash servant
looked at him, he wasn't sure that food was safe to eat. The guy must have spat
in his breakfast or something before coming here.
"I think I'm good," Kai
said and got to his feet.
The naked man stared at
him with a mix of disdain and reluctant lust on his face. The servant's eyes
grew wide, and then, he quirked an eyebrow. His lips twitched and stretched
into a smirk as he looked down.
Kai did the same and then
he realized he was completely naked. But that wasn't all.
His body didn't look like
his body at all. He quickly searched the room and rushed to the tall mirror in
a corner.
His reflection stared
back at him in the same disbelief he was feeling. If the mirror wasn't magic or
some serious shit like that, he was a six-foot hunk with platinum blond hair
that poured down his back to his waist, eyes the color of blue ice, and lean
muscles in all the right places.
"Oh. My. God!" he yelled.
He turned toward the other two men, who stared at him in unhidden confusion and
disbelief. "I'm hot!"
The servant pursed his
lips. "Are you running a fever, Sire? That's hardly believable. Your Majesty is
healthy as a bull."
Right, right, this was a
world where words like `hot' didn't mean the same thing as they did in this
world. Well, he should have been disappointed that his body hadn't traveled
with him, but could that mean...
"I'm overpowered?" he
asked out loud.
The servant and the naked
guy exchanged alarmed looks. Well, none of them was his guide, for sure, which
meant that, at best, they were secondary characters, and his first quest was to
find the entity that had summoned him to this world.
"I need to get out of
here," he said matter-of-factly.
"Like that?" the servant
asked, pursing his lips in disapproval and letting his eyes travel over Kai's
body once more.
"Right. I need clothes,"
Kai said brightly. "What's your name?" he asked the servant or butler or
whatever he was.
The guy stared at him in
shock, then looked hurt, and then schooled his face into a neutral expression.
"It's Pepin, Sire. I've been serving you for fifteen years."
"Really?" Kai didn't hide
his surprise. "Like since you were a baby?"
"I was five when I was
brought here," Pepin said slowly, and a frown wrinkled his forehead.
"Ah, so you're twenty.
I'm eighteen," Kai offered, wanting, for some reason, to make friends with the
guy. After all, it looked like he was in charge of the food.
The naked man
scoffed.
Oh, right, maybe his
character was a little older... He could be twenty-five or so.
"You're twenty-two, Your
Majesty," Pepin supplied the information.
"Right, right," Kai
hurried to confirm. He needed to watch his mouth. He had no idea what rules
governed this world, but maybe he could break the magic that had allowed him to
be transported here by saying the wrong things. "And you are..." He turned toward
the naked guy, keeping his head stiff so that he wouldn't look down at the
thing between those muscular thighs. The strongest reason was that he didn't
want to trigger himself into a bout of envy. There was no other reason.
The immediate response
was a sneer. "Are you sure you don't know my name? I bet you'll remember it
when you need to communicate it to the executioner."
Kai grimaced. "The
executioner? I won't do that."
A skeptical look
countered him. "You won't remember it even then? You'll just say `off with his
head'?"
Kai guffawed. "Off with...
Seriously, who says that?" Seeing the stricken expression on the other's face,
he reconsidered. "Oh, right. No, I won't... condemn you to death or stuff like
that."
The man walked closer,
with a menacing look on his face. "What kind of new torture do you have in
store for me?"
Kai took a few steps back
until he met the bed with the back of his legs. For good measure, he climbed backward
on the bed and put as much distance as he could between him and that dangerous
man. He was no fighter, and he was no lover. Actually, he didn't have too many
skills, to begin with.
"Sir Conrad." Pepin
hurried to stop the menace from advancing by placing himself between them. "I
believe His Majesty is not quite himself today. I advise you to withdraw to
your quarters and wait for further orders."
"Which are? To put my
neck in a noose on my own accord?"
"Let's not get so
dramatic here," Kai found himself talking. "It must be a show for kids."
The moment the words left
his mouth, he knew he was getting ahead of himself. What show for kids showed
full-frontal male nudity? Shit, it could be that Conrad's worries were not
exaggerations.
"Look," he put both hands
up, "as long as I'm here, no one is going to execute you or anything."
Technically, not a lie. "Ah, here's a better idea. Why don't you go somewhere
that's not here? Like your home or something?" he suggested, pleased with his
idea. This way, he could send Conrad out of harm's way even if he didn't stick
around for too long.
Conrad's face twisted
with hatred. Pepin put both hands on his chest to keep him. "Why are you
taunting me like this? Tired of me already? Don't I have any more use for you?"
"Nope," Kai said. He
could guess the `use' Conrad was talking about. And he definitely didn't want
to be part of that, even if it was a BL show. No, he would play this his way.
"I have no more use for you. You're free to leave." He gestured with his hands
to shoo away Conrad.
"I have no place to go,
no home," Conrad started, and his voice heated, "because of you!"
Oh, shit. That was bad.
"Hmm, but don't you have like relatives? An aunt in the countryside, stuff like
that?"
Pepin proved too weak to
keep Conrad. Kai yelped as it took Conrad only two seconds to push the servant
away and reach him. They fell on the bed, Conrad's hands wrapped around his
throat. Out of instinct and not because he thought himself capable of fighting
off that killing machine, he grabbed the guy's wrists and squeezed.
Much to his surprise, the
intense look of hatred on Conrad's face turned into pain and the tight grip on
his throat loosened. "I am overpowered!" he exclaimed as he moved Conrad's
hands away and pushed him off him with ease.
Kai looked at his hands
in disbelief. Conrad was in the middle of the room, and the look in his eyes
was now that of a hurt and humiliated man. For a second, Kai felt triumphant,
but then he winced. It wasn't like him to belittle others since he was generally
helpless, and he wasn't capable of hurting anyone, anyway.
But wait, now he could.
Yet, that shouldn't change who he was. He scratched his head. Where was the
damned guide or whoever summoned him and all that?
Pepin grabbed Conrad by
one arm. "You need to go to your room, now, Sir Conrad," he said in a stern
tone.
Conrad threw him one last
look, and he walked out of the room with his shoulders hunched. Kai felt really
bad about that.
Now, he was supposed to
get dressed and go scout the perimeter. Later, if he got stuck around long
enough, he would find a way to send Conrad someplace where he wasn't threatened
to lose his head or hang or whatever.
Kai stopped for a moment.
But what if Conrad was the villain? What if he deserved it? Hmm, that complicated
things. Okay, so the guy hated his guts, but he didn't have the narrow, evil
eyes of a villain.
That he needed to find
out. But, first, he needed clothes. He walked over to a closet and opened it.
"Wow," he whispered as he took in the beautiful silk shirts and coats with
delicate embroidery. "I'm not only smoking hot, I'm loaded!" What he looked at
was, most probably, the equivalent of having a closet full of designer clothes
in the real world.
Real world... Kai pondered
for a moment. Could it be that he was dreaming?
The doors behind him
opened and closed with a bang that startled him. He turned to find Pepin
staring at him with burning eyes. "What is wrong with you, Sebastian?"
Ah, so that was his name
in this strange world.
***
Sebastian steeled himself
as invisible vines wrapped around his body, pulling him down. He was in a
dream, a strange, vivid dream, and all he needed to do was wake up. He willed
his eyelids to open, but to no avail. His body was growing heavier and heavier,
and he was falling.
Could it be a curse? His
entire body became taut as his mind searched for answers.
And suddenly, the
heaviness disappeared, and he opened his eyes.
Before him, a new world
lay. Behind a stone fence, strange-looking contraptions in shiny colors moved
like guided by magic. He closed his eyes again. He was probably still dreaming.
"Hey, I know it's not
exactly what you wanted to hear from your best friend, but could you say
something?" an anxious voice asked from his left.
Sebastian squeezed his
eyelids. Last night... ah, he had enjoyed Conrad's skillful ministrations as a
lover, and he had been delighted to discover that the captive prince did live
up to his reputation. Of course, the fact that Conrad had hated it every step
of the way made it all the more delicious, although he had been a bit too
enthusiastic to have truly hated it...
"Kai, could you please
not ignore me?" the pleading from before started again.
Sebastian opened his
eyes, and the same view from before welcomed him. He turned his head, and his
eyes met a chin. A strong, chiseled chin. Hmm, this person appeared to be quite
tall. Sebastian looked up and stared at a pair of green eyes and a handsome
young face. If it was a curse, the witches that must have cooked it loved an
irony. They probably knew his weakness regarding good-looking men.
Therefore, he needed to
be cautious about this messenger, no matter how handsome. "Who are you,
commoner?"
The young man was dressed
in a simple dark coat and a white shirt. He had wavy hair the color of gold,
and a particularly delicious mouth.
No, he needed to keep his
lust in check. He had already debated with himself so much whether keeping
Conrad was a good idea after all. His weakness would be the death of him.
"Commoner? Really, man?
Are you going to try to get rid of me by pretending to be some character?"
The way the commoner
spoke was strange. First of all, that was no way to address a prince and Prince
Sebastian of all people.
Sebastian narrowed his
eyes and stretched one arm. He wore the same dark clothes as the other young
man, and from the cuff of his shirt, jutted out a bony hand. Surprised, he
moved his hands to his face.
What a mighty curse! He
couldn't say exactly what was different, but he had been shrunk! He grabbed the
commoner by the front of his shirt and pulled him close so that they could be
level with one another. The beautiful green eyes stared at him in unhidden
surprise.
"Tell me," he said
through his teeth, "what do you see?"
"Um, that you lost your
mind a little over my asking you out on a date?"
"A date?" Sebastian was
sure by now his eyes had turned to slits. No one resisted his icy look, no one.
"What is that, a date?"
The young man laughed and
blushed. "You know, go out to the movies or the arcade, and then grab a bite or
something like that."
Sebastian couldn't
understand half of it. "To what end?" The curse wanted something from him,
without a doubt. He now needed to learn what.
"Um, I don't know... maybe...
a kiss?" The commoner bit his lower lip.
Sebastian swallowed hard.
Damn his weakness! "A kiss?" That thing he understood. So, he only needed to
kiss this stranger in plain clothes, and he would return to his realm?
There had never been
stranger or sweeter curses then. He pulled the commoner close and pressed his
lips against that enrapturing mouth.
It was as sweet as he
imagined, so Sebastian bit on the lower lip the commoner had so enticingly
teased just earlier. A small surprised gasp was the answer, and the beautiful
mouth opened to him. Sebastian grabbed the other by the back of the head and
moved his tongue for a full, hopefully satisfying taste.
The other was hesitant in
front of his attack, so Sebastian leaned forward, trying to get more. Firm
hands came on his shoulders, and he was pushed back gently. The commoner looked
flustered. "Oh, Kai, I had no idea. I mean... did you... I mean..."
Hmm, the curse hadn't
been lifted. Sebastian looked around. The commoner appeared to be a simpleton,
and he was probably just a trick used by the witches to stray him from the real
purpose of this trial.
The commoner let go of
him and straightened his clothes. "I should head home," he said and looked
down. "But, man," he laughed like he couldn't believe something, "I'll see you
later, right?"
Hopefully not, although
the young man was beautiful. He chose not to reply. The commoner walked over to
him and gave him a clumsy kiss on the cheek. "Bye, Kai."
So, his assigned name in
this strange world was Kai. As the stranger walked away, Sebastian acted on
impulse and called after him, "What's your name?"
The young man laughed.
"You're pulling my leg, right? I'm Milo Bennett and I'm the happiest guy in the
world!" he yelled and threw his arms up while tilting his head back with a
delighted smile.
Milo Bennett. What a
strange name. As for being the happiest man in the world, he had to be
mistaken.
Simpleton.
Milo disappeared from
view, and Sebastian stared after him for a while as he considered his next
step. The shiny colored contraptions passed by the stone fence at astonishing
speeds. Maybe he would catch one.
He touched his waist and
grimaced at the lack of his trusty sword. But he had his ice magic, and that
was enough.
He jumped over the fence
and winced at the pain in his feet when he landed on the other side. One look
at the thin fabric covering his feet convinced him that this world lacked
proper footwear.
He stepped on the road
marked by white lines and waited for one of those contraptions. Calmly, he put
one hand up when he saw one approaching, and then he noticed that a human
manned it.
The thing screeched to a
halt, and the human inside began shouting something while a deafening sound
came ringing from the contraption. That was a strange sort of magic the human
used, or maybe he was trapped inside and needed saving.
With measured steps,
Sebastian walked over, searching for ways to gain entrance. The human, a bald
man, opened a door on his side. "Are you crazy, kid?" he yelled.
Sebastian looked around.
Who was this crazy kid he was talking about?
"Damn wackos," the bald
man said and closed the door.
Before Sebastian could
say a word, he took off and disappeared around a corner.
"Kai, what are you
doing?" someone called for him.
He turned his head to see
a girl who could be no older than twelve, with her hair tied in pigtails. She
was wearing a dark dress and white shirt and had a bag on her back. And she was
staring at him like he had horns.
She pursed her lips and
hurried to him. Then she grabbed him by the hand. "Mom is going to be so pissed
once she hears you were trying to do Goku on the
street."
Mom? Goku?
What was this strange girl talking about?
"So?" he asked.
She must be his next clue
in getting rid of the curse.
"So?" she asked in an
angry voice. Then, she suddenly changed tack and stared at him with shining
eyes while her lips stretched in a grin. "Pay for my silence."
Hmm, what could that
mean?
TBC
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