The God Tongue
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© Ralphe Brandon 2023
This story is inspired by one of my favorite animes, Shokugeki no Soma (Food Wars!), and my love of food and cooking. Enjoy!
After three long months of trying to book the newest sensational chef, I was finally able to get a hold of him and schedule him for a personal food tasting. You see, this new chef has taken the culinary world by storm. He's been on every cover of food magazines, food blogs and food news articles ever since he popped out of nowhere eight months ago.
As one of the toughest, youngest chef-slash-food critic in the industry, it's my job to make sure that this, whatever the hell he's doing, wasn't a fluke. Yep, you got that right. I am one of the best chef and food critic in the world. You see, when I was young, the first word that came out of my mouth was "not enough depth of flavor" as soon as I tasted one of the worst formula milks ever. I could identify every ingredient in a dish when I was 6 and I could name where the ingredients originated from just by tasting them when I turned 9. My parents decided to use my gift to advance in the culinary world and it paid off. The best of the best gave me names I could never have imagined. The queen of cooking, Samantha Steward, called me the Flavor Prince. One of the worlds top restauranteurs and wine connoisseurs, Beau Bastianic, called me the Taste King, but what really stuck and what every food magazine picked up on was when one of the greatest chefs in the entire world, Jordan Gramcey, called me "The God Tongue".
When this new chef, Nikolai Giovanni, started making his appearance, everyone started calling me. "You have to taste the food he's making. It's divine." The cupcake queen, Sandy Nielsen, a pastry chef who I once butchered with reviews but is now one of my closest friends, said to me in a call "I'm pretty sure your palate wouldn't have a problem with his cooking."
I ignored it at first. "How can an amateur chef be that good?" I asked myself one time as I was working out in my home gym. "If he disappears in 2 months, everyone's wrong." I knew for a fact that fads like this, like him, do not last. It could be just another sensationalized mess that everyone's talking about and food like that never tastes good. I should know. I've tasted numerous disastrous ones.
But, I was wrong because the noise lasted more than two months and he started getting glorious reviews everywhere. Even one of my colleagues, Berry, the one closest to my talent, was blown away by the chef's masterpieces. "I couldn't find anything wrong, and get this, I had an orgasm while I was eating his food. A literal foodgasm!" She said. I looked at her in disbelief. "I'm serious! My panties were soaked!" It was that day that I, 23 year old Archer Graham, vowed to taste this Nikolai's food and prove that he isn't perfect because no chef has ever grazed my palate perfectly on their first try.
Now, here he was, standing in my kitchen, looking absolutely gorgeous with his silky black hair, handsome high cheekboned face, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. Maybe this is the reason why he gets his reviews and not because of his cooking. "You look like a model. You should've been a model." I blurted out, regretting immediately what I said.
"I did." He looked at me briefly and smiled but immediately returned to his task at hand. "It worked out for a while until everyone including me got hungrier and hungrier on sets and in runways." He continued. "I decided to cook for us on the road and everyone loved my cooking." His movements in my kitchen were like poetry in motion. He really knew what he was doing. "When supermodel France Milton joined us one time on a runway show, she tasted my food. She was the one who encouraged me to start my career in culinary, even donated a very generous amount so I can start immediately on the promise that I start by personally cooking for her friends. Word got around and now here I am." He paused, looked at me again and smiled nervously. "In front of the best food critic slash chef, hoping that he'll like my food, maybe raise my career, but definitely just to like me and my food."
I was surprised. I was starting to think he wasn't a fluke at all. Unfortunately for him, I have to taste his food to believe so. It was also engraved in my memory that this hottie was a model. I've already web-searched him and I didn't find any modeling pics under his name. Maybe he went by a different alias.
He faced me, plate on his hand, ready to serve his first dish. "Today, I'll be serving you a six course meal starting with an Amuse-bouche, followed by the appetizer, the fish entree, palate cleanser, the main course and lastly, the dessert."
He gently placed the first plate in front of me. On it lay a gorgeous looking tuile with a delicious looking sauce. "For the Amuse-bouche, I present to you my Sakura shrimp tuile with a simple balsamic sauce." The perfectly round tuile looked paper thin and it looked as if the little shrimps were entangled in a crispy golden web. "Enjoy."
I picked up the tuile and bit on it without the sauce first. When the food touched my tongue, I was suddenly transported on a white fluffy bed, lying on it, completely naked. Suddenly, a few naked angel-like Nikolais appeared around me, and in a split second they were peppering my body with thousands of kisses. I moaned.
Then I was snapped back to reality the minute I swallowed the food. My dick was suddenly painfully hard. The taste of the sakura shrimp tuile lingered in my mouth wanting more. I could still feel the kisses, like it really happened. I looked over to Nikolai and he was peeking as he was cooking, a small smirk has formed on his face. Who the fuck is this chef and how the fuck did he do that?
I dipped the tuile on the sauce this time and then took a bite. I was back on the bed, this time while I was being peppered with kisses, another Nikolai appeared in front of me. I whimpered as he licked my balls all the way to the tip of my dick. He repeated that three more times. I gasped when he engulfed the tip of my dick but as soon as he did, I was back to reality. I felt like I was about to cum. I could still feel his lips wrapped around my dick.
I wanted more, so I took another bite of the tuile, the last bite for this course. I was transported again. I felt his mouth again, slowly gliding down on me, down to the base of my dick, his throat wrapped around my glans, pulsating just enough to massage that overly sensitive head, getting me just to the point of almost cumming. I could feel myself on the brink.
And it was gone again. What the hell?
"Enjoyed the Amuse-bouche?" Chef Nikolai said. I felt a dollop of sweat that formed on my forehead dripping slowly on my left temple as I looked at his face. He had this knowing smirk that's also imbued with confidence in his cooking ability. I didn't respond. I didn't want this man to have power over my palate, over me. I pursed my lips, a telltale sign that everybody in the culinary industry knows which means I didn't like the dish, even though I was absolutely floored and that was just for the Amuse-bouche. I could see disappointment creeping down his face. I guess he wasn't expecting this, especially from me. But he wasn't fazed one bit.
"Here is the appetizer. Pan seared scallops, with uni sauce, surrounded with buttered roasted miniature vegetables, garnished with edible flowers." The plate looks like it came from an epicurean magazine where the food looks so unreal. This chef in front of me wasn't only handing me out delicious dishes but also delivering beautiful artistic platings. "Enjoy." He smiled at me before going back to work in my kitchen.
As I looked at the plate, dread washed over me because I know for a fact that this dish will send me to another one of those hallucinations or whatever the hell those are. My dick was also getting fluffed up again just thinking about it. "No point in delaying." I thought to myself, so I sliced a bite out of one of the three perfectly minted scallops, dipped it in the uni sauce and slowly and gently placed it on my mouth. As soon as it landed on my taste buds, I was lost.
I was lying on the beach, naked, the water cascading back and forth in my body. On top of me was Nikolai, his lips gliding softly along my neck while he gently cupped my balls and one of his fingers tapping my pink pucker ever so gently. Every motion he was doing was sending soft electric pulses inside my body that shoots straight to my dick. Every tap that's begging for entry had my precum dripping like honey.
And it was over. The bite of the scallop was done. I was back in reality. The only thing similar with the dream-like state is how the front of slacks were now drenched in precum.
I took a bite again. I was there, and then it was over, and then I took a bite again and then it was over again. It was always the same thing, progressing only little by little. Every single bite brings me one step closer to orgasm but was nowhere near close. I guess his menu was designed to only give you an orgasm once you've actually had dessert. This, however, did not stop my dick from soaking my underwear.
"How is it? From all the oomph and ahhhs you're making, maybe you like my dish." He said cockily, a smirk still very much planted on his face. I just looked at him, blushed, almost smiled, but I held back. I frowned a little, trying to regain my composure, masking as a tough food critic.
"I'll leave my comments after the meal." I glared at him which seems to only ignite his desire to make me say something good about his dishes. I was about to have another of the scallops but as I looked down, I was surprised to see that my plate was clean. Immaculately empty. The only thing left was a smidge of sauce that didn't make it onto the scallops. When I looked back at Nikolai, he was smirking at me again.
"You ate it all. That says a lot for me." He flashed his devilishly handsome smile before moving closer, taking my empty plate and handing me the next dish.
"Your fish course is a pan seared red snapper with mango salsa and parsnip puree. I believe you'll enjoy it." He winked at me and went back to the kitchen.
Teleported again. This time, I was submerged underwater, naked, breathing like a merperson, this time I was surrounded by a school of fish, circling me like I was their prey. In front of me stood a merman Nikolai without the tail. Suddenly, he commanded the fish to surround his lower body and they transformed into 6 large tentacles. He looked like he became a cartoon villain, only hotter and sexier. Wait, what?
He smirked at me then suddenly, I was face to face with the real Nikolai, smirking right at me. "You said something. I thought at first you said it was delicious but when I got closer, you said Nikolai looks delicious." I blushed so hard, I felt like my face turning red like a tomato. He grinned. "Don't worry about it. You look delicious, too."
"That is not...I can't believe you think I..." I frowned. He had me wrapped around his little fingers through his food. He just stood there smiling as he cooked the rest of the remaining courses. I was afraid of taking another bite. I don't know how long I can keep up with the barrage of delicious flavors igniting each and every pleasure sensor in my body. It's only been thirty minutes and it felt like he had been edging me for an entire day.
That's when it hit me. "These aren't conventional recipes. I've had these dishes before and none of them tasted like these." I said.
"You really are the God Tongue." He smirked again, those eyes boring through my soul like he wanted me. "You're the first one to figure that out."
"Your ingredients, too. They aren't typical. That's why you used what you brought with you." I looked at the side of my kitchen where 2 medium sized coolers sat atop 3 larger ones. I didn't notice him bringing those in. I guess he did while I was still in the bath when my house helpers let him in.
"Don't let your food get cold." He definitely noticed I was stalling. "Tell me. Why are you apprehensive of taking another bite. How does it taste?" I just leered at him and began to put a huge bite of the fish into my mouth, completely forgetting that it had overwhelmed my senses before.
I wasn't prepared. I can never be prepared for something like this.
Four of mermaid Nikolai's tentacles grabbed me by the wrists and ankles. Still submerged underwater, I could breath but the look he was giving me was making me breathless. Two of the tentacles wrapped around my torso and pulled me closer to him. "Taste me." He whispered. The tentacles wrapped around my ankles lifted my feet up. My hole was exposed and as I looked down, some of the fish that transformed into his tentacled lower body swam away from his groin, leaving his enormous dick exposed, hard and throbbing, slowly moving towards my hole. As soon as the head made contact, I was back on the table. The chair I was sitting on had moved backwards making my back arch. My upper body had slumped on the table and I was whimpering.
What the fuck is happening?
"Enjoying the meal? I see you ate it all." I glared at him before looking back at my plate and it was empty. Completely empty. I don't even remember eating it all. "Palate cleanser. Before your meat entree." He took the empty plate and laid a gorgeous glass filled with some sort of sorbet. "Sorbet De Pomme Calvados. Enjoy."
Usually, palate cleansers are just there to clear whatever taste remains in your mouth. It's not meant to be enjoyed and yet the sorbet in front of me looked like it came out of a gourmet ice cream commercial.
Let's just get this over with.
The minute I had eaten the dessert spoon full of sorbet, it was like doing the scene from the Little Mermaid where she swims out of the water and flips her hair back but as soon as I did that, I immediately fell back on a silky bed glass coffin, still nude, the glass cover opening and there stood a Nikolai looking like a prince. My eyes were closed but it's like I could see and feel everything. He moved slowly, lifted me up from the glass coffin and planted his lips on me, like Snow White being awoken by her prince. Then I was back.
"That was gentler than any of the previous dishes." The surprised look on my face had him baffled.
"It's a palate cleanser. What did you think would happen?" He smiled devilishly. He knew. He definitely knew what he was doing to me. "Don't worry. This next dish packs a punch." He taunted me with those smoldering eyes of his.
"Don't worry. I can take it." I taunted back. "Judging by the menu you've already presented, I expect more. I haven't acknowledged any of your dishes yet." The minute I said those words, his face turned blank.
"Always the first person to tell me something I have never heard before." A small smile escaped his lips before he fully faced me. "I'll make you say my food is delicious before the day ends." The plate he placed in front of me didn't look like a meat entree. "Fleur de bœuf au carré de Giovanni. It roughly translates to Giovanni's flower of cubed steak. Created it myself."
In front of me was a plate of cubed steak with baby romanesco atop an edible petal arrangement shaped like a flower holding them together. Right at the bottom surrounding the arrangement was a beautiful mushroom demi-glace sauce that looked extremely delicious.
How is this plating even possible? What kind of superhuman abilities does this chef have? These wild combinations of ingredients also shouldn't be working together.
The plate in front of me made me forget everything I have been through the past hour. I took my fork and knife and immediately helped myself to the delicious looking meal in front of me. The minute I got the first bite in my mouth, I was enveloped in a sudden burst of flying pink petals carrying me towards a pink fluffy bed. I was laid gently and the next thing I felt was Nikolai wrapping his arms around me from behind. My clothes were gone and I could feel his throbbing member gently entering my suddenly slick hole.
"Tell me." He whispered into my ear. "How does it taste?" He was now moving gently, back and forth, fucking me as I savored the tastes in my mouth. "I designed this dish specifically for you." He whispered and bit my earlobe.
Fuck. What the fuck is happening?
I was aware that I was transported again, but this time, it felt so real. I can feel his dick sliding deliciously inside my ass and constantly gliding over my prostate. If this is the meaning of foodgasm, this is the first time I ever felt it.
"Eat some more." Suddenly, there was another naked Nikolai in front of me, holding a plate of the exact dish that he presented me earlier, confirming the fact that this wasn't real. He proceeded to feed me more of the dish and the minute I got more in my mouth, the faster the other Nikolai fucked me. It was depraved. It was vile.
It was absolutely fucking delicious.
"What was that?"
I was suddenly back at the table. Nikolai was looking at me, smirking ear to ear. My shirt was off. What the? I looked around and my button down shirt was on the floor and my pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. My hard dick was poking out the top of my underwear. "What the hell, Nikolai?"
"It wasn't me. It was all you." He smiled then pointed at the dining room and kitchen cameras. "You can check if you want. This is a first for me, too." He smirked. "Just tell me if it tasted good." I ignored him, took my phone and looked at the footage. There I was eating his food. It looked so surreal seeing myself rip my shirt off and moan the minute his food entered my mouth. "Told you it wasn't me." I didn't realize he was standing right behind me. "Also, do you need some help with that?" I looked at him, confused. He winked at me then averted his eyes down to my crotch. I was mortified. My dick was harder than ever and is leaking copious amounts of precum as it peeked out of the top of my underwear. Before I could react further I saw his closed fist with the pinky extended in front of me as it took a dab of my precum and made its way into his mouth. I've never felt so violated but extremely turned on at that moment.
"What the fuck?" I exclaimed but surprisingly I didn't move an inch. He leaned in close.
"So that's what a god spunk tastes like." He whispered sensually directly to my ear. My dick belched out more precum as he did. "On to dessert." He added before moving back and returning behind the kitchen counters.
This is so fucked up. This chef is doing things to me no one else has come close to doing. I'm not loving every second of it, but, I'm also not hating whatever the hell is happening.
"Key-lime ice cream with mint." Nikolai said from behind me as he laid the dessert in front of me."Enjoy." He added but it wasn't the joyous tone he used at the beginning. This was more sensual, almost erotic.
I don't know how long I've looked at the dessert before putting it in my mouth. I knew it was going to be over soon but I also knew that the minute I finish this delectable dish in front of me, I would cum, and it won't be just a regular satisfactory cum. I know it will be mind-blowing. "Fuck it." I exclaimed as I took a spoonful and shoved it inside me.
Nikolai and I were in a jacuzzi of creamy milk, his dick deep inside me as he gently stroked my prostate from deep inside. He was moving agonizingly slow creating an orgasmic wave emanating from inside my ass. "Taste all of me." Nikolai whispered, tightened his arms around me then jammed his dick hard one last time, directly over my prostate. He came. I could feel it.
Then I came. Hard.
But, I wasn't in food fantasy porn land anymore. I was back on the table, Nikolai in front of me, looking deep into my eyes, as I came hard. Without touching myself. From food. FROM FOOD!
"Was it delicious?" He smirked at me.
I looked back at him as I came from my orgasmic high. "It was absolutely disgusting." I said flatly. "I can and I will do better." I taunted. He looked at me with a straight face. Suddenly, he smiled.
"Looks like I have to prove you wrong and cook you more dishes." He said. It was sensual, flirty, not the Nikolai that entered earlier this morning. "Also, maybe you could teach me a thing or two, especially with that god tongue of yours." He winked.
"Maybe." I said as I stood up and made myself presentable. I didn't bother putting my shirt back on.
"You could've just been a model, you know." He quipped at me, saying back the thing I said from the beginning. "Because all that," he gestured over my torso, "is hard to maintain when you love food." He bit his lip.
"Says the one who modeled and still became a chef, but still looks like a model." He just smiled. "Besides, loving food just means I need to burn the excess." I didn't realize that he was done cleaning everything he used. This chef is amazing in everything he does.
"Looks like I'm done here." He said with a little sadness in his voice. "I won't charge you, not until you say my food is delicious." He grinned.
I don't know what compelled me to do it. I just knew I had to so I grabbed a handful of the front of his chef jacket and pulled him close to me, his face inches from mine. "I'm going to kiss you." I said.
"Yeah?" His smile deepened. "I was wondering if you can take a hint." He smirked.
"Fuck you." I said as I planted my lips on him.