Side note: for the sake of this story we will just assume Eric's maze tattoo is not on his forearm but elsewhere on his body.
Eric POV
I had to force myself to keep the website closed. Fuck Jeanine and her grandiose ideas. As a leader I can't very well put up a proper picture and announce to the world who I am. The resulting barrage of invitations was not what she has in mind, I am absolutely certain of that. Maybe it was wrong to take a picture of my dick but I overheard a couple of guys in the Pit saying that's what they were going to do and it sounded like a great way to preserve anonymity. The downside was to weed out those who just used it as an excuse to hook up and advance basically on accident. I mean, if they didn't know it was me, would they still be interested?
To ensure the serious ones would not delete me I created a two liner, hoping to garner someone interest. As bad as it sounds, I want the perks but not by any means necessary.
Little did I know there was no delete button and the amount of women asking for a quickie, unbelievable. Jeanine was not happy to hear from me but at least she listened before quickly hanging up. Not even twenty minutes later Max's email came through with the news of blessed relief on the horizon.
I didn't even bother to check my matches' profiles yet, the list of messages I received too large to do anything else. In the end there were only two that didn't proposition me and one that actually read my profile. It was nice to read more than a request for sex and her reply, while flirty, sounded genuine.
Of course I clicked on her profile and it did not give that much away. Her age group was in my perimeters and she seemed to be taking this whole thing seriously enough. Nothing sounded fake or created just to get someone to match up with her. She was smart enough to keep her identity hidden, it speaks volumes about her genuine interest.
Mulling this whole situation over, I decide to actually reply. I signed up to the program, I want the benefits, and this means I have to engage. But what to say? This is a new way of flirting and I am not used to it.
Taking a bit of an asshole approach, I decide to be myself. If this should go further then she should know what she is dealing with and we need to find out if she can cope.
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1855 to 1694
It takes patience and hard work to get them as big as mine. I think you are still coming up short.
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There. A true statement about myself and a challenge. Does she give up just because I didn't flirt back? I basically insulted her and the response or lack thereof will tell me more about her than she ever willingly would.
Looking at the clock, I realise there is not much time left for lunch and I need to grab at least a quick bite to keep me going until I can finish up for the day.
I just entered my office, coming back unsatisfied after finding only a few potatoes and vegetables left, when I hear Tris and Veronica. With initiation approaching once again, I decide to grab Tris and iron out some details.
Of course fucking number boy has to show up as if on cue, and by the looks of it he will be coming around more. I fucking hate the prick and there is nothing ever going to change that. Having Tris as a buffer worked well enough but if they are back together she might side with him instead of me, her former trainer.
"Someone seems to be rekindling an old romance." The words are out of my mouth before I can think clearly and Tris whirls around to me, glaring. I don't blame her, that was uncalled for but I am not going to admit that.
"We were matched."
Oh fuck, did I hook up with the girls that propositioned me before? The ones who stayed silent? The flirty one? No, it was a dick pick and nothing I wrote told them who I was. Right? Tris is still glaring, time for damage control. I need her on my side during initiation.
"So you are choosing old and reliable. Not a bad choice but is that really you?"
There, praising her choice and giving her something to think about. They split up, she moved on. Well she hasn't been connected to anyone else publicly but she matured. She is not the same girl Four started dating the moment I stopped announcing the ranks. I helped her mature and become a more self assured and assertive version of herself.
"First of all, it's none of your business, and second of all, who cares?"
Who cares? I do.
"You know he is on the shortlist to make junior leader. If you two match up for real then he basically rules the faction, keeping you barefoot and pregnant while doing your job for you."
Fuck, she is going to kill me, judging by the looks of it. Brace yourself, don't give an inch!
"Barefoot and pregnant?! Do you honestly think I will become that just because Jeanine wants a couple of extra babies? I worked hard to get where I am. You trained me, did I slack, did I take the easy way out?"
"No, but if you have a partner that encourages you to stay home to ensure your kids are taken care of - who knows?"
She was raised in Abnegation. They are big on family values and not like Erudite who treat their children as protégés from the moment they are conceived yet still handed over to a sitter the moment they are cleared to return to work.
"It's called multi-tasking, Eric. Many women have done it before me and many will do it after I am long gone. Not even Abnegation wants the mothers to solely tend to their children but to go out and do something," she growls. "It takes a village to raise a child and my village comes with crèches, pre-schools and schools."
I'm kind of disappointed to hear her say she won't look after her child. I mean… Ah, shit!
"Hear, hear," Ronnie proclaims loudly while smirking at me. "Word of advise, Eric. Don't sprout this shit if you are serious about a woman, she might choose to not have children with you."
Veronica does not give me the chance to respond, she turns on her heels and heads back into her office.
I can get a woman to have my children, in fact, I will show her. Mark my words.
"Nobody would dare to think Tris was the type to even consider staying barefoot and pregnant."
Great, number boy lingered.
"She is a dedicated leader and good at what she is doing."
Of course she is, asshole, I trained her well and that is the reason it would be a pity to see her stay home and raise children instead of working to better Dauntless for our members.
"She will manage a couple of children with ease and still run circles around you."
Oh, is that what Tris meant about the village? A support system?
Fucknut basically pisses on her leg in front of me, trying to lay his claim. I honestly don't know what she ever saw in him but if she takes him back just to get around the matching and finding someone in that virtual haystack, she is going down in my esteem.
By the time I turn around to continue our conversation I am alone in the hallway. Moving a few steps towards her door, I decide to leave her be for today. Maybe it is not the best to approach her with initiation right now. While I don't like apologising, I have to at least explain what I thought and why I said what I did.
With a deep sigh I turn and head back into my office.
To distract myself from the varying thoughts about Tris being matched with her ex, I open up my personalised page and notice there are three more messages waiting. Noticing one is from ballsy girl and the other two from the two who stayed silent, I click on the first of those two messages.
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101 to 1855
I don't mind finding that beauty stuck in me. Hit me up
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No thanks. Next.
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69 to 1855
I don't want babies, but I wouldn't mind refining my baby making technique with you.
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"Argh." I take a screenshot and send it to Jeanine, requesting the exclusion of whoever is behind the number from the program. I don't recognise her from the thumbnail but I sure as hell don't want to know more. Although, maybe I should look and start my own list of who to pass over from upcoming promotions and who to keep an eye on if they turn up trying to collect benefits.
"Please don't be here to tell me to fuck off," I beg quietly while opening the message from ballsy girl. I sigh in relief when I notice the note starts off normally and then I gape when I notice there is an attachment. I didn't even see that it was possible to send attachments. What are all those horny fuckers going to do with that? Create online porn?
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1694 to 1855
I bet my globes are not only bigger than your balls but also way better looking. If you can't appreciate the hard work and dedication it took to get them…
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"Yes!" I feel like fist pumping, it seems I hit gold with that particular match. Not only is she not offended, she gives as good as she gets. And that ending, she threw the ball in my court and is asking what I am going to do with it. I love that she keeps the ball rolling, pun intended.
"Oh baby, I can appreciate well rounded globes."
My fingers fly over the keyboard, creating a reply when I remember the picture. Hovering over the discard button for a moment, I decide to postpone my answer until I saw what she sent me.
Clicking on the attachment, it asks me to confirm that I am willing to receive whatever 1694 sent me and a statement that the attachment has been scanned for malware. At least something Jeanine got right. I confirm that I want to see what I got and then I feel my brain take a little hike while my dick raises his hand to show he likes 1694 very much.
"Jesus," I groan before turning the screen a little bit so nobody will see what I am looking at should anyone enter my office right now.
That ass is indeed magnificent. An absolute beauty and I marvel at the details visible before cursing the fact that the clothes are bothering me. She kept it tasteful, not much more than her toned cheeks visible. She is leaning against a wall, her back slightly arched and her top is driving me nuts. I want to reach out and push it up her back, remove it with my teeth and then proceed to fuck her while holding onto the globes she keeps completely hidden from view but I just know are there. The distance between her torso and the wall hints at ample cleavage.
Gently rubbing my crotch to calm myself down, it just revvs up the engine.
Fuck, I am in the office and that is an unknown female I am matched with. I got matched with her and she seems interested. She wouldn't have sent me such a risqué picture if she thought I was for her discard pile.
Purposely setting my hand down on the table top before closing the program and opening my work emails, I take a deep breath to calm myself.
Patience, I tell myself. I only need to make it through a few more hours and I have the whole evening to decide what I am going to do next.
Of course my mind is preoccupied with a beautiful ass and I am struggling to get any work done. Deciding it is fruitless, I clock out almost an hour early and head home.
The moment I enter my apartment I activate the tablet and pull the picture back up. It's even better than I remember and I can feel myself swelling until it is almost painful. I need a shower and I need more comfortable clothes.
Another thought enters my mind and it is fucking risky but nobody in Dauntless really knows what I look like beneath my clothes. While I have fucked my fair share of women, I never took them home or went to their place. We never undressed, well, I never did more than pull my dick out and they were never sober enough to demand I strip, I am sure most don't even remember that it was me they hooked up with.
Looking at the picture one more time, I quickly hit print and move to grab it from my home office. It's amazing, even with the quality of my printer. Deciding on what I want to send back, I grab some tape and move into the bathroom.
Starting the shower, I tape the picture to the mirror and set up my tablet. Moving under the steaming stream of water, I grab my dick and look straight to where her picture is. That is indeed magnificent and while I haven't told her yet, beautiful compared to my actual balls. I am not sure how it will rank in comparison to my abs and pecs though but we are about to find out. The timer is set and all I need to do is keep myself turned in the direction of the camera.
Imagining grabbing that tight ass, squeezing her globes while nibbling on her neck. Hearing her moan my name. I would rub my dick right in between those babies, squeeze them and trap myself. I would fuck those cheeks.
For some reason my match suddenly has long blonde hair cascading down her back and she has that lovely deep, sultry tone Tris uses when she is whispering lowly.
I freeze, wondering why the fuck my match suddenly morphed into Tris but I blame it on fucking Four and his PDA in the hallway. Asshole knew I was there and put on a show.
What would Tris have said had I offered to give Four a different show?
Back to stroking myself furiously, I wonder how well Tris' own toned ass would hold up in comparison to my match's. While I never saw it without pants covering it, I sure as fuck felt her ass often enough. The beauty of training together. I had my hands all over that ass and it is magnificent, I can admit that to myself. Pride fills me, I was partially responsible for shaping it. Someone should offer to kiss my ass… no, no, no…
Tris' ass, hmmm. My gaze wanders back to the picture while I vividly remember how Tris' ass felt in my hands and I come all over the place.
Moving on quickly, I soap and rinse myself before grabbing a towel and stopping the tablet.
I don't bother getting dressed, too eager to see if any of the pictures will be useable. Maybe I should have used a different setting, I muse while looking through the first few shots. Then my whole demeanour seems to change and with a bit of trimming I will be able to use the next few. I actually got three with me spurting come everywhere and I quickly save them to my personal files.
Deciding on the picture with the clearest shot of my pecs and abs, I quickly cut my head and hips off. My shower is blurry and it should not give anything away. This is as good as it will get so I move on to the next step.
Opening the program, I select ballsy girl's last message and click on reply.
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1855 to 1694
I can appreciate the work of art you sent me but I am still not convinced you got the bigger balls. Look at my guns, they are just as well formed as my buns.
Attachment 📎
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I hit send and then go and get dressed. By the time I am done a new message is waiting for me and I am feeling almost giddy. She already replied. Instantly.
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1694 to 1855
What were you thinking?
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Huh? No comment as to how well my pecs or abs look? No reference to my buns?
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1855 to 1694
Your picture had my mind going to all sorts of places.
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Not a lie, just a statement that her picture initiated the thought and then my mind ran away with it and landed on something else. Can't really tell a woman you were taking pictures of you masturbating while thinking of someone else, can you?
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1694 to 1855
Good places? Full of big balls and …
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What?! No, no, no. Is she asking if I?
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1855 to 1694
Well rounded globes only! I have enough balls for the two of us, trust me.
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1694 to1855
Are you here for the perks?
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She is jumping around and I take a moment to read though our back and forth again. Okay, so maybe she is following a certain line of thought. Asking if I am here to score is a valid question. I have seen who is on here and I don't really begrudge her for asking the question.
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1855 to 1694
It was the reason I signed up, yes. I have had a moment to think about my choices since. I never expected to meet someone like you, especially not after being propositioned by a dozen women without as much as a 'hello'.
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1694 to 1855
Are you looking for the old ball and chain, or are you more playing the game?
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1855 to 1694
I never expected to meet someone like you.
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1694 to 1855
So you have said. What I want to know is how you feel about the consent forms.
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"Oh fuck, is she serious,' I groan, covering my face with my hands. Peeking through my fingers, I look at the text once more but of course it stays the same.
This is going a bit too fast.
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1855 to 1694
Don't you think we should talk a bit more before we even mention those forms? I am not saying I am opposing them but this is a fucking big step. Maybe I need some more convincing?
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What have I done, I wonder the moment I hit send. It's too late now, my words are on the way to ballsy girl and there is no turning back. Do I want her to reveal more? How serious am I? I am intrigued, that's for sure, but going from liking a picture to talking about consent forms. Jeanine's program only has two forms. Consent to meet and consent to have children together. If you want to fuck then you better get that signature. And right there is the part that scares me, it makes it real and until now I haven't treated it that way. Yes, I thought I was on board but this is hitting home. Ballsy girl is asking if I want to meet in person and that means if I like her and she likes me, she expects me to sign on the dotted line. What if we are incompatible in bed? What if we can't stand each other. What if she is a bottom feeder that is trying to sleep her way to the top. I am a leader, I can't have one of the faction whores for a wife. I want someone who can challenge me, keep me on my toes. People tend to do as I ask and I am trying think whether or not she has opposed me yet.
I stare at the screen and then it suddenly clicks. She challenged me, asking about my intentions, putting me on notice. She told me in no uncertain terms she was there for the program. She was also teasing me with the comment about thinking of big balls and something else. In hindsight I don't think she ever thought I might have thought about other dicks. She tried to get a rise out of me and succeeded on all fronts.
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1694 to 1855
Go ahead. Lead by example.
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Aw, fuck, she wants me to talk.
Gosh, what a day it has been. I am going to stop just short of saying I jinxed myself again by posting two new stories yesterday but I am quite sure it was just as case of bad luck. Hubby decided this morning he finally had time to fix the main bathroom toilet while I was out grocery shopping. Cut the water and went to the shop twice before calling it quits because he had to go to work. He turned the water back on and I happily did my dishes, just to step back and see water dripping from the light fixture. Long story short, the kids wanted to wash their hands after using my en-suite bathroom's toilet while their daddy was fixing the other one and left the cold water tap turned on after no water came out. So when hubby opened the valve, the sink couldn't contain the extensive flow and there is only one way water will go when unleashed on a first floor room, down into whichever room lies beneath.
So we shut down power in half of the house and got to catching and mopping. Now we are in the drying stage (thank you whichever entity made me get that second dehumidifier with the laundry function) and I am wondering how much editing I will get done over the coming days while the dehumidifier noisily works overtime in my bedroom. Lights are still out without power but all my sockets work. Yay to at least not worrying about internet and battery life.