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“Chef Shrek!” The green ogre jumped as he heard his name. He didn’t even have to look to recognize the voice of his sexy mentor. Bashfully, Shrek turned his gaze to Gordon Ramsey who was looming above him. The mere presence of the man made the orc want to fold in on himself.
“Y-Y-Yes Chef?” Shrek whimpered, feebly stirring his clumpy risotto.
“What are you cooking?” Gordon stood behind the orc, staring over his shoulder at his many pans. Shrek could feel the chef standing directly behind him, the distance between them was nonexistent. Shrek swallowed the lump in his throat, slowly turning to glance at the beast of a man behind him.
“Keep your eyes on the risotto, we wouldn’t want it burning- would we?” Gordon scoffed, shooting a glare into Shrek’s deep brown eyes. Shrek squeaked, quickly focusing his gaze on his pots.
“Well chef I’m-I’m cooking Salmon with a side of risotto-“
“Salmon with a side of risotto?” Ramsey scoffed, disappointed. “This is the top five, if you’re going to create a basic dish, it needs to be top quality,” Shrek felt the pressure of the world fall onto his shoulders.
He could barely breathe. The thought of being scolded by Gordon Ramsey for creating pathetic, measly food was more than he could bare. The last thing he wanted to do was insult the grand man with a plate of shit.
“It will be chef, I promise,”
“Oh yeah? It better be,” with a quick movement, Gordon Ramsay’s intimidating presence was gone.
Chef Ramsey continued to pace around the room, checking on the five chef’s dishes. He found himself circling back to Shrek every time.
There was something about seeing the green orc shake and stutter. It stroked Gordon’s massive, throbbing ego. A smirk spread across his face at the thought. It was cute.
“You know Gordon,” one of Gordon’s fellow judges, Joe, started to speak, “You really need to stop targeting Shrek,” The bald Italian smiled, but his eyes were cold and piercing. A true snob.
“Targeting? What is that supposed to mean?” Gordon growled, baring his canines at the judge.
“Oh come on, we all see the way you are with Shrek,” The other judge, Aaron, piped in. He laughed like a hyena, high pitched and annoying. It made an Alpha male like Gordon want to snap him in half like the Beta twig he was.
“Both of you, shut up,” Gordon snapped, turning his attention back to his sweet, little Shrek. Gordon’s heart fluttered, an unfamiliar sensation.
Gordon really rooted for the Orc, he caught his eye from the start. Every other judge was convinced he wasn’t good enough to be on the hit show Masterchef, but Gordon knew different.
As soon as the green man walked in, Gordon knew he was special- and not only because he wasn’t human. The way he glowed while cooking was intoxicating. He was radiant, a golden shrine of passion.
Shrek’s dishes were spectacular as well, simple yet so delicious. Gordon struggled to keep from wolfing down anything he cooked.
The round was going to end in a mere 15 minutes, then Ramsey would be able to taste Shrek’s dish. He couldn’t wait.
Sweat poured from Shrek’s brow, nearly dribbling into the food. He paced from station to station, blending sauces, preparing plating, cutting herbs- everything had to be perfect.
This was an elimination, Shrek could be going home. He glanced up at the time- 15 minutes.
A chef behind him dropped a plate, it shattered against the hard tile floors. A piece of the porcelain plate shot towards Shrek, nearly impaling his leg. Shrek froze for a moment, staring at the scrambling chef beside him. She could see tears in his eyes as he picked up the pieces, accidentally cutting himself with the shards.
The Masterchef kitchen was horrific. The show never properly showed the pure stress and fear every contestant went under. Mostly due to the judge’s brutality that never aired on the public’s screens.
There were many instances of contestants seeking extreme therapy after the show, Shrek wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up in a shrink’s office months from now.
“Five minutes left Chefs!” Gordon’s voice called, bringing Shrek back to reality. With shaky hands, he finished his plating. The alarm rung, alerting the chefs to step away from their stations. Shrek knew better than to hesitate.
Last time a chef continued to work, he was brutally smacked by Gordon, so hard that he had to leave to go to the hospital for days.
Of course, this incident would never be shown to the public. The chefs collectively knew better than to speak of it as well, they collectively signed their rights away before the show.
Shrek took a moment to step back and admire his work. It was beautiful, breathtaking even.
The salmon rested upon its bed of perfectly cooked risotto, its tender flesh glistening. Herds decorated the scene, dancing across the tops of the meal. Shrek’s secret sauce was carefully dropped in gentle dollops on the plate. Shrek knew he was good at cooking, but this meal was simply amazing.
“Chef Taylor, bring up your plate,” Joe called out to the blonde. Gordon glanced over to Taylor, watching her carry her seemingly perfect dish up to the chefs.
Shrek couldn’t tell if he admired or was envious of her. Taylor Swift was talented, beautiful and elegant in every way. She was perfect. And her cooking was no different. She walked with confidence, sure of every step she made.
An omega like Shrek could never compare with her.
“Chefs, I have made for you an elevated Lasagna,” the chefs eyed the plate, searching for imperfection. But everyone knew they’d find absolutely nothing.
Joe stuck his nose up, sniffing the dish ferociously.
“Miss Swift, I’m surprised you had the audacity to create a pasta dish for me,” He stuck his head up so high Shrek was concerned his neck would break, “I am an Italian,”
“With all due respect, Joe, Italians aren’t real,” Taylor corrected, making the chefs gasp in shock. The camera crew glanced at each other, shrugging. They’ve seen it all apparently.
Each chef picked up their sliver forks, digging into the Lasagna. They always tried to play down their reactions, but it seeped through. Aaron was nearly sobbing.
“Miss Swift, this dish is incredible,” Gordon said, making Shrek feel a twinge deep in his gut. Gordon never gave out such high praise.
“The sauce is beautiful, and the pasta is cooked perfectly,” he continued to Shrek’s dismay.
“Yes, it is very good,” Joe admitted, twirling his fork in his hand. Aaron wasn’t able to say a word and just cried in loud sobs.
“For once, we have no criticism for you,” Gordon cracked a smile at her. Shrek wanted to fall onto his knees, it was too much.
“Thank you chefs,” Taylor beamed, quickly returning to her station. She definitely wasn’t going home.
“Chef Lady!” Aaron called another chef’s name, summoning the other blonde.
Lady Gaga created extremely flavorful dishes, but they were always too strong for most of the judges. The spice was nearly unbearable for a vast majority of the population. S
he carried the plate to the table, shooting a glare at Shrek. Shrek whimpered in reply, feeling himself slink down ever so slightly.
“Hello Chefs, I have made a freshly cut sushi platter for you,” Hesitantly, the chefs poked at her dish, eying it suspiciously.
“Is this spiked with ghost peppers?” Joe asked, nervously dipping a roll into a sauce.
“Not this time, I promise I made it more mild for you all,” Lady Gaga promised, but no one really believed her. The chefs ate her food, only Joe had to spit it out.
“Chef Lady,” Joe began between hacking coughs, “you need to calm down with the spice,”
“This dish is so hot, it’s mere presence is contributing to global warming,” Gordon hissed, aggressively drinking water.
“Yes sir-“ Lady Gaga put her head down in shame, walking back to her station in defeat.
The remaining two contestants presented their dishes, nothing of importance happened. With every dish, Shrek could feel his heart beat faster. Finally, it was his turn.
“Chef Shrek!” Gordon called, “Present your dish!” Shrek picked up his plate with horribly shaky hands. We felt his feet carry him before the judges. Every step made his throat tighten, every step shredding his confidence.
Shrek looked up the chefs on their elevated stage, looking between each of them. It was nearly too much for him.
“C-C-Chefs,” he began, staring down directly at his dish.
“Eyes up darling,” Gordon ordered, making Shrek’s cheeks flush with heat. Slowly, he stared up at him. Shrek’s doe eyes looked directly into Gordon’s. Unspoken passion radiated between the pair, distracting both of them. Joe cleared his throat, clearly impatient. Shrek quickly apologized before continuing.
“I have prepared salmon on a bed of risotto,”
The chefs stared down at the dish, prodding it with forks. Every second felt like an eternity.
Gordon teased the salmon with his fork. Slowly tearing off its tender flesh. He held it to the light, staring into its juices. Gordon stared at Shrek knowingly, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. Gordon loved to watch Shrek squirm. Slowly, the Salmon entered Gordon’s lips.
His eyes lit up as he tasted it. The flavors coating his tongue, bringing a tear to his eye. Gordon relished the salmon, moaning as he continued to eat it. Gordon nibbled on the tip of the fork, grinding his fangs into the metal.
The dish was amazing, but it was Shrek’s scent that drove him wild. Gordon caught little whiffs of him as he consumed the dish. Gordon could feel his body pulse, urging him to do the unthinkable.
He stared at Shrek, his mind creating twisted senecios. How he just wanted to bend Shrek over the counter and-
Gordon pushed the thought back into his brain, shaking it out of his head. He had to remain professional.
Gordon sampled the risotto expecting the best. The pasta was grainy, like uncooked rice. Out of pure instinct, Gordon spat the dish out, launching it in the direction of a contestant.
“It’s raw!” Gordon roared, losing his composure in an instant.
Shrek’s heart dropped to his feet. He fucked up. He really fucked up this time. He watched as the other chefs tried the undercooked risotto, equally disgusted with its horrible quality. Shrek prayed for the gods to strike him down in that moment.
“This is pathetic,” Joe spat, “As an Italian, I can’t explain how offended I am,”
“Truly horrible, I can’t believe you’d serve us this” Aaron shook his head,
“I’m disappointed in you Shrek, how could you mess up such a staple meal?”
The brutal insults continued, one after another. Shrek wanted to die.
In one final insult, Joe knocked the plate to the floor and stepped on it, crushing all his work under a leather shoe. Shrek tried to choke out an apology, but all that came out where convoluted whimpers.
“It should be clear who’s up for elimination, step up to the stand Lady Gaga,” Chef Gaga appeared next to Shrek, glancing at him smugly. Everyone collectively knew who would be going home.
Tears formed in Shrek’s eyes. This was all he worked for. He gave up everything to be here. And he threw it away, because of a pathetic fuck up. He stared up at Gordon Ramsey, eyes begging for mercy.
“Chef Shrek you are-“
“Wait!” Gordon yelled, interrupting Joe. The Italian stared at him in bewilderment as Gordon Walked down the stage towards the trembling orc.
Everyone collectively stared at the two in silence. Shrek stared up to Gordon in shock, unable to speak. The man stared down at him, licking his lips.
“Chef Shrek, how much do you want to be here?”
“More than anything,” Shrek’s response was instant, “I’ll do anything to stay here, I’ve done everything to be here! I-“
“Anything?” Something dark cast over Gordon’s eyes, confusing Shrek.
Well yes I-“
“Bend over,” Shrek stared up in shock at the chef. Was he hearing that right? The chefs around him murmured in confusion. The judges behind Gordon shook their heads, dreading what would come next.
“What?” Shrek gasped, “are you-“
“Did I stutter?” Gordon growled, deep and low, “If you want to be here, you’ll have to work for it,”
Shrek stared up in horror. Something deep swirled inside of him, making his lip tremble. The producers shouted to turn off the cameras, desperately trying to get the show back on track.
Gordon held a hand up, stopping the scrambling crew in their tracks. “Keep the cameras on, everyone should see this,” He commanded. Everyone collectively obliged, they knew better than to question Gordon Ramsey.
“Gordon-“
“That’s Chef to you,”
“Chef, I-I’m not sure if-“
“Do you want to be here?” Gordon asked, leaning in closer to Shrek. His hot breath hit his exposed skin, “Do you want me?”
Shrek’s heart leaped as he gasped.
“…Yes,” Shrek admitted, shame enveloped him.
“Good boy, now do what I say,” Gordon smirked, satisfied. He grabbed the back of Shrek’s neck, bending him over the table, knocking everything off of it in one swoop. Shrek whined, his face red with humiliation.
The chefs were equally horrified. Lady Gaga started to have a complete mental breakdown, Taylor Swift left, Elon Musk passed out, and the unimportant other chef simply sobbed at the sight. Therapy would definitely be needed.
Gordon Ramsey slapped Shrek’s ass.
“Oh Chef-“ a moan slipped out of Shrek’s lips.
“You’re a dirty little thing aren’t you? Do you want me that bad?” Shrek hesitated, awkwardly stuttering a mix of syllables. “If you want it, beg for it,”
Shrek swallowed his pride and began to whimper.
“Yes chef, please chef! I’m your dirty little ogre! I want all of you!” Shrek yelled, face red with shame.
“Good boy, now what exactly do you want?”
“I want-“ Gordon slapped Shrek’s ass again, making him yelp. “I want to taste you,”
In an instant, Gordon’s lips were on Shrek’s. Shrek moaned, allowing Gordon to slip his tongue inside of Shrek’s mouth.
Their tongues wrestled for a moment, before Gordon asserted dominance instantly, flipping Shrek over onto his back and topping him with primal aggression.
Gordon pinned Shrek down, holding his arms above his head. Gordon ripped off his neck tie, swiftly binding Shrek’s wrists together, leaving him vulnerable and defenseless. The mere sight of Shrek on his back, begging with his soft eyes, made Gordon foam at the mouth.
He growled again, ripping off Shrek’s clothes, but leaving his apron on. Shrek’s large green cock unloaded, throbbing. Gordon could feel his bulge grow at the sight of it.
“Your apron is staying on, you deserve it,”
“Thank you chef-“ Shrek was interrupted by Gordon’s hand, shoving into his mouth and gagging him. He could feel his wedding ring scrape the inside of his cheek,
“Did I say you could speak?”
“No sir-“ Shrek managed to whimper around Gordon’s fingers. The blonde chef sighed, shaking his head.
“You really don’t learn, do you?” Gordon, hand reached Shrek’s throat, tightening around it. Shrek knew better than to respond to Gordon. “I’ll have to punish you,”
In one swift motion, Gordon unbuttoned his pants, releasing his penis from his boxers. The mere size of it horrified Shrek, he stared up to Gordon, already anticipating his next order.
Shrek hesitantly got closer to the cock, opening his mouth and licking the tip of it. Gordon visibly tensioned. Shrek began to kiss its head, his mouth slowly opening to take it in.
He began to suck with slowly increasing intensity. His hand pulsed the dick softly.
Gordon’s breath shuttered as he stared down at Shrek. It was too much for him. He never expected that Shrek would feel so good. He needed more, now.
Gordon hissed between his teeth, grabbing the back of Shrek’s head and pushing him deeper. Shrek gagged around the cock, but continued to suck.
The process continued to everyone’s horror. The camera crew was in tears.
Gordon couldn’t take it anymore. He unloaded his ‘lamb sauce’ into Shrek’s mouth. It dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. Gordon smiled down at Shrek, who knew he would be such a good little submissive?
“Good boy,” Gordon praised, “You’re such a sweet little thing,”
Shrek stared up at Gordon lapping up the praise. Gordon flipped Shrek over again, exposing his backside to him. “Here’s your reward,”
Gordon quickly snagged a bottle of olive oil off the counter, quickly lubricating himself before spreading Shrek’s ass cheeks and plugging himself inside of him.
Shrek gasped, astonished at the sheer size of Gordon. He didn’t get a chance to adjust before the chef plunged deeper inside of him. Slowly, he began to pulse in and out.
Shrek breathed heavier and heavier, moaning loudly and without shame. He whimpered Gordon’s name over and over. Gordon didn’t even bother to correct him, hearing Shrek moan his name instead of Chef was satisfying.
His pulse quickened. Shrek was at his peak, drowning in the ecstasy.
“I’m gonna!-“ without warning Shrek unloaded his sperm, whispering and moaning. The once clean countertop was a mess.
The two simply sat motionless for a moment, out of breath.
Slowly, they came down from their high. Gordon untied Shrek and helped him down from the countertop. The two spooned on the messy floor, holding each other close.
Later that day, Lady Gaga was eliminated from the Masterchef Kitchen.