2009 – Hell’s Kitchen Filming

“Alright, next two meals up” Chef and host Gordon Ramsay announced from the tasting station as two contestants approached the table and put their steak dishes up for criticism. “What kind is this?” Ramsay asked, pointing to the first plate. “That is a New York strip with herb and garlic butter” Ace Peterson answered as confidently as he could before the intense Englishman cut a piece of his steak to try. Everyone watched as Gordon chewed for a few seconds before swallowing with a disgusted look on his harsh face. “Did you taste that before giving it to me??” “Yes, Chef” “And you thought that tasted good?! I wouldn’t serve that to my dog” “I thought it was well-cooked and properly seasoned. I’m sorry you don’t like it” Ace tried to answer politely. “A blind man would know how to season that better – next!” Ramsay ridiculed as Ace returned to the lineup and Chef Freddy Quentin stepped up to see if he could do better. 

“What did you do for your dish?” Ramsay asked with his usual searing eyes. “I prepared a filet mignon, medium rare” Freddy answered with the room’s attention on Gordon as he tasted a piece of the steak but a sudden gasp among the room quickly followed when the brass host spit out the piece he’d cut off, obviously not willing to even finish it. “You call that medium rare? It was practically mooing!” “I checked and it was medium rare, chef. I assure you” “You’re going to assure me?? I can assure you it’s not; it’s very rare” Ramsay doubled down with zero room to budge on his stance and Chef Freddy got back in line but wasn’t willing to accept the critique. “That was ridiculous” he said not so quietly under his breath, stopping Gordon in his tracks while trying to call for the next dish. “What was that? You, come here” Ramsay instructed as he pointed at Freddy. “What did you say?” “…it was nothing, Chef” “Say it to my face or don’t say it at all. Got it? Now fuck off back over there” he swiftly smacked down and Freddy stepped back in line with his tail between his legs, humiliated by the wrath of Ramsay.

~ 2016

“MMHHMPmhPHM!!!” loud, muffled protests echoed through the dimly lit back room, only getting more aggressive the more time passed until nearly 30 minutes later the back door opened. Ramsay’s eyes turned to face the door to see Ace and Freddy staring back at him, only sparking more angry grunts and struggling in the ropes. “Long time no see, Chef” Freddy greeted. “I can’t really tell if he remembers us or he’s just pissed about being tied up” Ace pointed out as they watched him fight the red ropes keeping him in the leather chair. “I guess we should refresh his memory then. You humiliated both of us on national TV and said our food was shitty” Ace explained. “I lost my restaurant job because of what you said and how you criticized me. It ended up working out alright though because we went into business together after your little show and we made it big but after all this time we decided we still wanted to get back at you” Freddy added but Ramsay didn’t change his tune, if anything growing more heated with the ball gag keeping him from ripping into them right there. 

“We didn’t really know how to go about it until we saw a video a while back of you taking a picture with a fan and it looked an awfully lot like she jabbed you in the side and what did you do? You buckled and jerked away like she’d used a taser on you or something” Freddy explained. “So that got us thinking; is the hard-ass master chef Gordon Ramsay actually ticklish?? Surely not; I mean he’s made grown men cry and is by far the most intimidating person we’ve ever met” Ace elaborated like they both enjoyed teasing him with the bombshell they’d discovered. “MMpMPHMM!!” Ramsay jerked as hard as he could in the chair and both men smiled a bit wider. “Now, if I wasn’t ticklish I probably wouldn’t react that way but you look like you’d chew through those ropes right now if that’s what it took to get out” Freddy taunted. “Maybe we should just see for ourselves?” Ace suggested while the blonde’s face grew redder with frustration. Ramsay tried escaping with everything he had but with his hands tied behind his back around the chair, his ankles/legs tied to two foot rests out in front of him, and elaborate rope work around his naked torso that left his chest pushed up a little there was zero room for him to slip out. 

Ace stood over Ramsay’s thighs to face the famous chef and pulled out two basting brushes typically used for applying sauce onto meats and things. “MpHMm!!” “Looking a little scared there, Ramsay” Ace teased before bringing the threaded brushes to the tan chest and stroking back and forth across his painfully vulnerable nipples. “MpHHMMpHMMpHMM!!!” Gordon thrashed against the chair with immediate laughter, unable to fight it even for a few seconds. “Oh shit, Freddy! We’ve hit the jackpot!” Ace announced with sweet satisfaction while brushing with a flick of the wrist on his juicy pink nipples as they got harder and harder. Ramsay was still attempting to avoid the attention but the ropes around his body were just tight enough to keep his nipples front and center for Ace to tickle as he pleased. 

The 49 yr. old’s panic quickly heightened even more when he felt Freddy pulling off his loafers to expose two big, meaty bare feet. “No socks today, Chef? Poor choice” Freddy teased as he grabbed a pair of wooden chopsticks, both men figuring it’d be a bit of fun irony to use kitchen tools to tickle him. Freddy positioned himself in front of the left size 15 and went to town with a chopstick in each hand, running the pointed ends in zig-zags from side to side across the fresh pink sole. “MMpHMMhPMMPMMNhM!!!” Ramsay’s eyes shot open wider at the sudden stimulation and raged against the bondage with a higher-pitched shriek before becoming a steady, hardier laugh. “Wow, he is seriously ticklish!” Freddy giggled with an almost giddy excitement, happily dragging the chopsticks along the length of Ramsay’s giant foot as it wiggled in place. 

“Ya know, you don’t seem so tough like this” Ace added to fuck with him a little more before suddenly tweaking his stiff nipples one good time like an old-school titty twister. “MMPHMM!!” Ramsay’s head flew back with the sharp sensation until Ace let go and started back brushing again, this time focusing both brushes on his right nipple and a little faster than before. Gordon never stopped laughing thanks to the sticks on his foot but he looked like he could’ve killed Ace when his head came back down, fuming with frustration as the small army of long bristles danced every which way on his chest. “I’m not a big tickle monster or anything usually but seeing a guy like you freak out and laugh like a little girl is priceless” Freddy explained to undermine Ramsay’s strict authority and superior attitude as he started drawing curly designs all over the thick sole. “MMPHMMpMHMpHHM!!!” Gordon boomed with a heavy roar behind the gag and desperately tried to jerk his foot out of the way but Freddy never missed a beat. 

Ace grabbed two handfuls of Ramsay’s slightly hairy chest and squeezed a little just to show him they could do whatever they wanted with him and fuck with his head before jumping into his exposed armpits. “MMPhMMMHMM!!!” Gordon erupted and tried to bow away from the chair, pressing against the rope lattice as Ace wiggled into the base of both underarms, his arms specifically tied around the sides of the chair to leave his pits open. “Where are you gonna go, huh? Why don’t you talk some more shit about us while we’re here? Oh wait, you can’t” Ace taunted with Ramsay doing his best to pull his arms down, only getting madder by the minute. “It’d be a shame if I only tickled one of these feet; how about both at the same time?” Freddy suggested as an electric whirring sound filled the room but Ramsay couldn’t see around Ace to know what it was until it was too late. “MMPHMNnPhMPHMmHMM!!” Gordon’s muffled laughter skewed a little wilder this time, more all over the place as Freddy used his homemade tools on both mature feet. 

He’d taken two electric, battery powered beaters used for baking and replaced the whisks with several feathers, an idea that proved perfect for tickling. Freddy had them spinning at just half-power to see how it’d work on the ruthless chef but that was enough to drive him crazy as both bunches of feathers whirled up and down his smooth soles. Ace soon left the armpits and whipped out yet another kitchen tool to tickle Ramsay, this time allowing him to see what was coming his way before it happened. “You wouldn’t believe the stuff you can find online these days” Ace assured with a textured rolling pin in his hand, covered in fine plastic points. Gordon shook his head to try and object to the roller but that only convinced Ace to use it and started rolling it across his stomach, the rope design spaced out enough for him to feel 90% of the prickly pieces going down his belly. “mMPHMmPhAMMhPmMHm!!!” Ramsay tried to move around to avoid it but all he could do was bounce around between the ropes and the chair. 

It wasn’t the traditional ticklish sensation and it might not even have worked on most people but the mouthy chef was ticklish enough for every little poke to make him laugh and squirm. Ace grinned the whole time as he ran the roller up and down Ramsay’s stomach and watched the esteemed cook try to curse at him behind the ball gag stuffed in his mouth. “Faster? You got it, Chef” Ace playfully obliged before rolling it across his sun-kissed belly over and over, even trying wide angles and turning it vertically to avoid giving Ramsay a moment of relief. “Maybe we should take out the gag; it might be fun to hear him laugh a little” Freddy suggested and Ace agreed, undoing the ball gag and tossing it on the floor. “GGEETTtThHEEFFFuUuUCCKKOOoFFFMmEEE!! NNOoOOoOWWW!!! YyoOUUURRREEEDDEEEAADDD!!!” Gordon demanded with furious laughter as he shook in the chair like he’d break it. “There’s that Ramsay temper” Freddy teased with the feathers still spinning on both feet, now on full power. “AhoAHASSTToOOppPiIIITT!! AhoHAhoFFuUuCCKKIIIInNNGGPPSsyyCChHoOoSS!!” “Name calling will only get you more” Ace assured before dropping the rolling pin and sinking in just below his hips at the top of his thighs. “OOhAohOHAoAAHAOHANNOOO!!” 

Ace wiggled in with a mean-spirited attack, ready to make him regret every negative word he’d said about either of them. Freddy soon left his feet long enough to move around and unzip Gordon’s black pants, pulling them down to his knees and handing Ace the feather beaters, “Try these.” “No! I swear to Christ if you two don’t untie me right now I’m gonnAAhoaOHAoHooAHOOAhoAohaAOHaoAOHFFuUuCCkKIINnGGHhEEELLHAoHAOAH!!” “What could you possibly do right now? We can keep this going as long as we want” Ace challenged as he focused the spinning feathers along his bare thighs and stomach. Freddy couldn’t help but laugh at just how easy it was to get Ramsay going and returned to the macho feet, this time opting for a more intimate approach with his hands instead of any tools. “I hope you tied those ropes tight enough, Ace” Freddy warned before letting loose on the rich soles as viciously as he could. 

“AAAhOHAOHAOHAhOAHNnOOONNOohoaOAASSSTTAHAAOOOPP!! GgGGEETToOOFFFmMYYYyfFFuUucCkKIInnGGFFEeEEETT!!” Ramsay violently bucked against the restraints like Freddy predicted as his deep laughter became deranged hysterics, completely wrecked by the feathers and fingers working him over. “I wanna hear you apologize for how you treated us on the show” Freddy instructed while focusing his nails on the wide peach balls. “AHAoAOAHAohFFuUUCcKkYYYoOOUuU!!” “Come on, let’s hear it or we’ll just keep tickling you” Ace chimed in with one bunch of feathers alternating between his nipples and the other beater along his thighs where the white briefs ended. “AhAOhoHAAohWwAaAnNnkkEERrsSS!!” “I think he’s trying to tell us to go harder” Freddy added. “I think you’re right” Ace agreed before putting both beaters down and diving back into the armpits, digging around with tight fingers and even flicking his tongue across both nipples. 

“AAoHAOhOAHAohAohANNoONNNOO!! AHoHAOHAAIiIImMFFFuUCCkKIIiNnGGsSSEErRRIIoOOuUUSSS!!” “Say you were wrong and you’re sorry!” Freddy reminded as he too stepped it up, scribbling and raking up and down Ramsay’s massive feet faster than before. “AoHAohAOHAOHAohAAohAoOkKOOOKK!! AHohAohohAaohA” Gordon shouted roughly five minutes later, convincing them to stop to hear what he had to say. “...maybe I could’ve been nicer…to you on the show” Ramsay admitted while catching his breath. “And?” “And what? I fucking said I was wrong didn’t I??” Gordon barked, getting him a rapid-fire poking across his ribs. “AhAOAAhoHAAOHAOHAOAHAOhA FFFUuUCCCkkkAHAOAOhAoHAAALlRRIIiGGHHTT!!” “We’re listening” Ace added as he stopped tickling. “…fine…I’m sorry. Happy? Now fucking untie me!!” Ramsay demanded with another angry jerk in the chair. 

“It doesn’t really sound like you mean it” Freddy answered. “You have to be fucking joking me – let me go NOW!! I mean it!!” “You’d think an accent would make him more likable” Ace added. “Yeah I think he could use a few more hours” Freddy suggested before ramping up his attack on both feet again and Ace fired the feathers back up on his chest and thighs. “AAhAohAOAOhAohAOhaEEenNNOOOOUUGgGGhHH!!” “That’s up to us, Chef” Freddy reminded as he ravaged the handsome feet and Ace stopped for a second to secure the ball gag back in Ramsay’s mouth, knowing it would only piss the stubborn host off more as they prepared to tickle him until he was begging them to stop. “MMPhMMpHMMHM!!!” he raged behind the gag with fiery frustration in his eyes as Freddy and Ace continued humbling the ridiculously ticklish chef, both of them more than happy to extend their revenge as long as it took to break the mighty Gordon Ramsay.