House Of Ares

Yeah babe, like that Ares| 23| Queer| TransMasc MINORS DNI part time priest, full time flirt

[masochist-ares]

Hello Precious~

-Call me Ares. 23, trans masc, masc adjacent pronouns,currently experimenting with he/it/hir, but whatever man. Queer, as long as you’re breathing you’re my flavor, though this blog does have a lot of masc4masc shit. SwitchVers, though you’ll rarely find me sub for anyone.

Adore, devoted, and taken by @cinnafaunni and @devilmandevilman

-Do NOT interact if you’re a minor or run an ageless blog. If you don’t have your age in your bio or pinned post, you’re gone. Also, if you think for some reason you can dom break me, think again. Don’t do that shit with me. Not cute.-

-This blog plays with a lot of different filthy kinks, but make no mistake it is not dedicated to any single one. I just enjoy writing, so enjoy whatever rot comes from my head.-

Asks are open! Feel free to send confessional asks as the priest kink is strong here. Check the ‘how to confess’ tag if you want to try it out, but I’m also down to just chat!

DM’s are open, just remember that I’m super just a dude and my pretty words only go so far. Be interesting enough and I might fuck you, we’ll see.

However I will not be interacting with you sexually if you are under 20. Feel free to like and reblog my stuff, but that’s as far as I can go in that aspect <3

Tags:

#ares answers for asks

#audacious ares for photos of me

#ares announces for text posts, general filthy thoughts, you know what I mean

#boundaries for my boundaries surrounding asks

#how to confess if you’re not sure how to send a confessional ask to me

Taken anons: ✨, 🐚, 🗡️, 🐗 , 🕊️, 🤍 , 🪐, ✝️ 🐾, 🐺, 🍏, ☦️, 🛁, 🍨, 💧 🪽, 🙏 , 🦷 , 🎭

More devious details about my preferences below

-My kinks include: denial!!!! (When I am denying you), overstimulation, humiliation, devotion!!!, somno, degradation, light pet play, biting, edging, impact play, general masochism/sadism, choking, roleplay, forced masculinization, a newly found sugar daddy kink, a lot more, just ask!

-Limits: Ageplay, race play, intox, dub-con, incest, detrans, force fem, fauxcest, hard cnc, gunplay, bodily waste of any kind, bestiality

And one more reiteration of, do not fucking try dom breaking with me. If I want to roll over for you, I will. If you want to earn my submission, ask for it. But if you try and snap me and my dominance all I’m going to do is make an example of you and then block you. This is a very hard boundary of mine. Do not cross it.

[devilmandevilman]

By taken in your intro, are you actually in a relationship?/gen

as far as I'm aware

@cinnafaunni and @masochist-ares what do you think? are we?

[cinnafaunni]

Oh, what a silly question! I thought taken, collared, and obsessed would've spelled it out a bit. Guess we have to be a bit more explicit 🥰

Well, you're both definitely mine. I'm happy to let you both off leash, run around and fuck whoever you like. After all, you're both just too good to keep all to myself. I wanna show you off. Want my loves to get all sorts of attention cause you both deserve it.

But my tags are on the collars. My name, my number, return to me. Mine, all mine.

I'd call that dating—just like I call you home at the end of the day, baby 🤍

Hope that answers anon's question! 🫰🏽

[masochist-ares]

We played for keeps with you Dee.

You’re ours. Plain and simple. And I’m as much y’alls as y’all are mine.

Dating, taken, in a relationship, whatever you wanna call it.

Glad we cleared that up ❤️

[severtheheart]

I like feeding the pigeons outside the Cathedral because they go "hoo hooo" and I get to go "hoo hooo" back at them. Always makes me laugh. Funny noises.

[quiet-inquiries]

If I grind on the priest's shoes to get myself off, is that technically a sin?

It's not like we had Knowledge of each other.

What's the harm?

[masochist-ares]

Depends on what priest you ask, precious

[omnia-mors-aequat-nstrwa]

“Peace Bells” — Andreas Gering (1916)

[masochist-ares]

Pain is an act of devotion for those who ache for it. Yearn for it. Devour it completely and ask for another.

Beauty in masochism. In sadism. In devotion. Lay back, devotee, and I’ll hurt you something righteous, something glorious. Marks, and bites, bruises and scars that display your devotion, just how committed you are. That mark you as something holy, and something worthy of the pain I gift.

It’s in those moments of gifting pain I feel furthest from my vows. When all my focus, affections, attention is on the devotee who begs for it. Who earned it.

You worked for this so hard, didn’t you? A dog for pain. Pathetic mutt for a yank on the collar. It is a wonder in those moments who is wrapped around who. Who holds the power. Ask me to hurt you and I’ll do it. A little whimper and I’m broken. A please, and I’m yours.

So do it. Make me yours, in these moments. When pain and pleasure melt and you’re not sure if you can take another, but you ask for it anyway. Be a good devotee, my mutt. Do it. Ask. I know you can take it. And I know best.

Please. Please. Please let me hurt you.

[manicp1xiedreamboy]

Priest who can't help but grind onto you... tenting so bad there's a wet patch on his cassock. He's praying for forgiveness and gasping into your neck, telling you he needs it "just this once", and that you've been seducing him. Priest who doesn't care that you're telling him to stop, since it was you who turned him to sin, humping your leg desperately. He truly believes it isn't his fault, that he's been tempted by the devil,,,,

[masochist-ares]

You’re sorely mistaken if you think that I’ll pray for forgiveness. But you keep on thinking about me. Maybe you’ll manifest a kiss or two. A lot simpler than your little fantasy but beggars can’t be choosers can they?

[masochist-ares]

This is stupid.

I can’t believe I’m already this pent up again. It’s been less than a day. But the lust has already gripped my throat violently, pressed on my chest with a weight I cannot bear.

I need to hurry.

I can’t get to my bed fast enough. Say goodnight quick enough, before I’m racing to my room and locking the door. Legs stuck in pant legs, fingers clumsy and unhelpful.

Fix it.

It almost makes me claustrophobic how bad my desire is. Chasing me from room to room of this apartment. Catching me when I think I’ve shaken it, and adding to the yearning tenfold. The proprietor of my ache.

Take it.

I collapse backwards, stroking myself. Fingers straining and stressing to reach spots that I need. Cock throbbing in my palm. Squeeze, stroke, slide down to collect some cum to help me. Because I can’t wait. I can’t tease. I need it, I need it, I need it.

I want this. I need this. Please.

So fucked up he isn’t here to take it. So fucked up when every day of this vacation my mind wanders, and he isn’t here to fix that.

Pathetic. Pathetically close.

I don’t need to go for long, before I’m collapsed back, arch in my spine, whimpering I can’t hide no matter how hard I try. That’s what closed doors are for.

Please please please please please-

He’s all I think about when I cum. When my thighs shake and breath hitches, and there’s a moment of release. It’s only for a moment but it’s bliss.

…

Sighing on my back.

….

Wiping cum off my fingers

……

Sitting up-

Where do you think you’re going?

But not finished. Never done. Finishing won’t fix it. Only he can.

And it’s going to be another long long night of chasing that relief. Legs spread wide in an attempt to do so. Fingers on fire, mouth dry from panting.

God he needs to come fix this.

[masochist-ares]

Walking into the apartment, I’m greeted by the creaking hinges of the door and moans in the bedroom that carry to the doorway with ease. They’ve been going at it long before I get home. I knew it from the way our bunny’s moans are progressively getting loud and breathless. The way I can hear soft mumbling from the other side of the apartment. Our bunny panting and groaning in response. God, they’re both so fucking hot.

Kick off my work boots, and sigh, leaning back against the closed door. Feel the craving deep inside of me with every breathless moan I can hear. Every cry of a name, or hitch of a breath that makes its way down the hall. The throbbing between my thighs is so immediate I almost have to steady myself.

The door to the bedroom is open when I peer down the hallway. An established invitation. I’d been really looking forward to a shower, but fuck it, I can wait. There are other ways to rid a long day from my mind.

The moans are more muffled when I tap tap tap the bedroom door before walking in, dragging a kitchen chair behind me. Hey you two. Don’t worry about me. Y’all keep having your fun. Our bunny looks up at me for only a moment, mouth full of our mutts cock. I pause, the scrap of the chair legs ceasing as I drink in my lovers forms. Bunny on top, getting their hole eaten, in handcuffs, as our mutt thrusts into their mouth desperately. He’s so focused he hardly acknowledges me, only a quick glance and a hum as he keeps going.

Perfect view. I sit, arms crossed, smug smile on my face. Stretching and rolling my shoulders, relaxing to the sound of groans and pleasure. Such a good mutt. Knows exactly where he belongs. Exactly how to please our bunny. And such a good bunny following directions so good. Not that there’s much direction besides suck and stay put. But lord do they do it well.

I feel my cock getting harder, hole getting wetter as I watch. I could sit back like this for hours, and drink them both in. Messes for one another, grinding and thrusting. As happy as I am to receive both or either of their attention, it makes me hot under the collar to see how much they like each other. How much they enjoy each other. The need, the yearning, the lust. The want.

The mutt begins to thrust harder into the bunny’s mouth. Groaning against our bunny’s hole, an adorable little indication he’s close. I hope you’re prepared to keep going mutt. Y’all getting me so hot and bothered and expecting me to just watch?

You two cum first. I can wait that long. Stretch and unwind. But after, I’m getting my turn with your perfect bodies. So c’mon. Be a good dog and cum. Not too far behind, are you bunny? Let me see it. Let me see you two wreck one another in greed and pleasure. And after you’re properly wrecked, I’ll take the scraps of your ruined bodies between my teeth. Making messes of each other, it’s only fair if I get a turn.

[devilmandevilman]

slipping my cock between his slit while he sleeps. slowly sliding up and down and feeling how wet he gets without realising. gaslighting him when he stirs and opens his eyes all hazy. nah I'm not doing nothing. you just go back to sleep. that's a good cub for me. hands pushing his thighs apart a little more as I pick up the pace. drool running off my tongue and onto his cock as he squirms. shh baby, it's okay. keep napping, you've been so tired lately. there we go. stroking his dick and feeling how it throbs in my hand. his cunt getting wetter every time my thumb presses the head. such a little pervert. hmm? no no cub I'm not saying anything. I'm just using your slit a little it's fine. your body's really enjoying it. you just lay back and let daddy do the work. feel so fucking good. might just cum like this. yeah fuck it I'm gonna cum. just be good and take it. that's it baby that's my good masc. take it all

[masochist-ares]

In between sleeping in awake. It's warm. I'm so warm. Body aching in a way that makes me relax completely. I can barely see when I try to open my eyes. But I feel it. My cock throbbing, thighs soaked. ‘I’m not doing anything’ he says. I can almost believe it.

But some part of me knows what he's doing when I feel the way he's grinding against me. But I'm so tired, and God the way he coos at me makes me weak. Fading back to sleep. I could try to ignore it so he can use me the way he wants. Ignore the heat between my thighs that makes me squirm as he grinds, groaning softly above me.

But I can't ignore it the way he pushes my thighs apart. The way calls me good. Makes me flushed. Makes me fucked the way he touches my cock. The way he calls me a pervert.

I have to open my eyes baby. I have to watch when you cum. I can, can't I? Please? Letting you tease and work me and use my body. I'll take it, I'll take it, I promise. Just let me watch. We can play games again after you're done. I don't need to go back to sleep. I'm wide awake now.

[masochist-ares]

Panting and all but collapsed on top when I tap out. Couldn’t take it anymore. My thighs are burning and I can’t keep myself up right. The harsh grasp of thumbs digging into my hips softens. He’s giving me permission, and he lets me fall apart on top. All the want and need allows me release. And I’m a mess on top. Practically gasping for air. Shaking and foggy in the head. Almost immediately, he’s cooing in my ear how good I did. How I handled it so well. Holding tightly onto me, keeping me tethered. 

It’s all soft from here. Gentle in the way I find the strength to roll off. Gentle the way we pull each other close. God he ruins me. He gives me so much. Only fair that I give some of it back. 

C’mere sweet thing. Treated me so well. Let me take care of you. Kiss your forehead and tell you how much I enjoyed your touch. Kiss your cheeks and run my hands up and down your chest. You know how much I love your chest, yeah? Handsome masc. So perfect. I’m so lucky to touch someone so perfect. Lucky to be ruined by someone like you. 

Rest your head on my chest baby. I’ll work the tension out of your shoulders and back. Tell you all of the parts I enjoyed the most. Including this. Especially this. Getting you all soft in my arms. 

Don’t worry baby. It’s every part. Every part of it was my favorite. Every part of you is my favorite. Now relax. When I get the feeling in my legs back, let's take a shower, okay?

[masochist-ares]

The dressing room in this place is small. Door to the floor, dark wood surrounding me, encasing me as I undress. The dim light hanging over me hardly gives me enough to work with as I start taking it slow. Undoing my shirt button by button, sliding my slacks over my hips slowly. A sharp inhale behind me, my mutt watching my every move. Watching me from behind, sat in a small pathetic excuse for a chair. Seeing my reactions through the mirror in front of me. Watching how smug I am, showing off my choice today to not wear underwear. 

I catch hir eyes in the mirror for only a moment as I turn to the rack, and pick what to try on. I could tease and start with something mild. I had really grabbed most the clothes at random. I could with something casual, and I really should. But god, I've been patient all day. While dragging hir around to different stores. Buying things I didn’t even need just so he has another bag to hold. Just so I have an excuse to grab the wallet from hir back pocket. An excuse to hear a sweet ‘thank you’ coming from my masc, as I fish cash from the wallet to pay. So I pick the thing in the line up that I know will drive hir wild. A pretty dress he couldn’t stop looking at. When I picked it up I could practically hear hir heart drop. God I know how messed up he gets for a pretty masc. 

When I look back into the mirror, as I unzip it, step into the dress, and pull it up. Leaning forward, almost drooling. Eyes focused onto me, just the way I like it. The way he’s been all day. I’m being so nice putting on this dress you like aren’t I? So nice to a dumb dog. 

Straps over both shoulders, I tap the back of my neck, “Zip.”

The chair nearly falls as he flings up to come to me. Holds the back carefully as he knows he’s not allowed to touch my skin without permission. God he’s so good. Such a good fucking dog. Trying to do the best he can so he might be allowed between my thighs, desperate for even a taste of me.

“Do we like it?” I ask sweetly, turning a few times slowly. Trying to keep my composure. Trying to be good.

And he simply nods a few times. Slowly. Drinking me in, “Yes,” he whispers, sucking in air, “Yes we do.”

I can’t stop myself from pushing hir back into that pathetic chair that groans when he sits quickly. Eyes wide, looking up at me like something good. Something holy.

I’m practically watching hir brain break when I lift the skirt of the dress, hook a leg over, and straddle hir thighs. Perch in hir lap before I even realize. Been such a patient mutt all day, haven’t you baby? So good for me. Give me your phone. C’mon, hand it over. Work some of that pent up tension out on me, yeah? We’ll call it a treat for being so good for me. 

I’ll look for more places to take us. More places to spend your money. So c’mon precious, touch me. You’ve earned it. 

[he-covets]

You won't burn

I whisper in his ear as my fingers probe the inside of his mouth. Wetting my pads on his tongue, catching the grooves of his molars. It's really in his best interest to stay quiet and yet he's the one that can't shut the fuck up. Can't say I don't find it charming though. A priest sucking my fingers as I push him back against the altar. His altar. The house of worship he preaches in. The place I return to every time I pass through this village. But I'm not here for sermons. The prayers that leave my lips are not meant for the ears of the lord. And yet they always echo louder when I enter his church

You won't bleed

I flip him around, bend him over. I press his cheek to the cool of the altar and watch the way his breath fogs the wood carvings. I don't think I could ever get sick of this. He tells me to hurry up and I sneer. He missed me. Definitely. It's been too long. I tease him as my hands snake under his robes. Grope the priest panting heavy for me and call him father against the goosebumps on his neck. He hisses as my fingers press his inner thighs. Snaps that it's a perversion on his priesthood to call him that right now. I ask if he'd prefer I call him daddy instead. But he can't answer because my fingers are filling his cunt and he's groaning into his forearms

Confess to me

It all spills out of him when I say that. Every soul that's known his touch since the last time I saw him. The sinners that come through his halls seeking guidance and end up confessing in the same booth as the one meant to listen. The sinners that must fall to their knees as an act of devotion for the one who is meant to cleanse them. The sinners that break beneath the priest who offers them forgiveness, offers them retribution, offers them salvation so long as they take all that he decides to give them. And he says I'm the one who perverts his priesthood

Spiritus Sanctus in nomine

He's murmuring under his breath as I fuck into him. But he can't continue his plea to the trinity because I'm curling my fingers and pressing his face harder against the altar and telling him God can't help him here. That if he wants softness he should start begging to someone who may actually be listening. Words escape him now though. His legs have buckled and his need is pooling in my palm and he's cumming harder than I know he has in months. He collapses forward on the altar and I kiss the sweat from his temple before curling my fingers again. Oh my sick priest, you thought one was enough to be considered penance? Absolutely not. There's so much more for you to confess before I decide I'm done with you

[knightclubbing]

mutual please introduce me to your mutual

[knights-hand]

Some of my favorite mutuals that you're not currently following, in no particular order:

@anothericarus

@masochist-ares

@cafandnaps

@velvet-and-vows

@findthelosthero

(I checked my mutuals through my follower list, so if I'm following your sideblog it doesn't show us as mutuals but i still love you)

[masochist-ares]

Are we about to kiss right now, that’s genuinely so nice

[masochist-ares]

I can tell by the way the pathetic thing looks at me his exact intention. His gawking is hardly the sign.

It’s the heaving in his chest. A breathing that is fueled by desire.

But I’m not one for coy games, ones where we avoid eye contact shyly. It’s never been for me. Especially not in a holy house like this one.

No, instead I’d much rather lean back against the alter and watch him. Watch how he busies himself to do anything but come near. Anything besides look at me.

A sweet thing no doubt. But I have one like him already. And there are plenty of sweet things in leagues and miles. I’d rather an overeager pup any day before I take on a shy little critter.

He makes a quick look in my general direction. I can almost see the exact moment he registers my gaze, and when he becomes flustered.

I’m not surprised when he quickly ushers himself to the door, blundering and falling over his feet to make a speedy exit.

Run along little creature. You’re not yet ripe for the taking. When there is some nerve in those bones, then you and I will make some holy music together.

[masochist-ares]

Thinking of you handsome Ares

All impure thoughts of course

That's a lie, there's some soft and tender thoughts in there too

Anything that's been on your mind that you'd like to share?

Forever devoted,

-🐗

Oh my boar, I think of you quite often. I still have that ask you sent me that I kept. The one that makes me blush and need to look away from my screen, I’m sure you know the one.

Anything on my mind?

Hmm, I think it’s important to share that I’m being very happily fucked by a few queers at this moment in time, thus my posts might not be up to the caliber of my previous self, that had much more time on his hands. Okay, maybe that’s not important, but it is something to share. And I do love talking about the gorgeous creatures that occupy my bed.

That doesn’t mean anyone should feel as though they cannot interact with me. I happily flirt and I encourage others to do the same. It just means my posts may be fewer and far between.

Anything you’d like to share sweetness?

[masochist-ares]

some of your more recent posts and just the way you usually write is so damn hot. and reading it while warming my saddle toy is just too good . my brains feel like they're melting i want to shamelessly use it so bad but I can't risk anyone hearing me or my toy so i can't even turn it on. STtill i've come at least once and i keep having to pause and shudder if i read something of yours and it makes me clench and its making such a mess. just hoping i could ever just be good for you, good boy bunny toy whatever. only imagining its your hands pulling my down onto the toy by my hips and bully my hole and cervix with it to entertain you.

It’s worth noting to most that I am, in fact, a sick fuck. And I’m happy to yank someone onto a toy and watch them writhe just to hear their noises. A lot of the time I don’t even need to be touched during sex especially if someone wants me to bully the fuck out of them.

Wanna be good for me? Want me to bully your hole? My fucking bread and butter right there. You just say thank you for me everytime you whine particularly loud. Don’t worry I’ll remind you if you need me to. I’m happy to grip harder into your skin till you get the message to be grateful.