The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Hi Sam,

This is Mister Fag. I saw your response regarding the limp dick and just wanted to point out that a cage may not be practical for various reasons (hello, TSA!). However, a faggot should know that being limp—whether naturally or educated by a cage—is essential to understanding our biology.

I have been traveling a lot recently for business. I wanted to share a little story that occurred during one of those trips. After a full day of meetings, I decided to get a couple of drinks at the hotel bar. Curiously, the only seat available was next to a man who was clearly good-looking and whom I initially thought was straight.

Maybe it was the loneliness, or maybe the vibe, but I started making small talk. I must admit, he was charming. At our second round, he whispered, “So, tell me, are you a fag?” I felt scared for an instant, but after I said “yes,” he replied, “I knew it.” That felt safe.

Later that night, after paying for his drinks, I followed him to his room where I obeyed and let him decide how I should please him.

During the week, I met him a couple more times. I always took care of him (paid for his dinner and serviced his needs). On the last night, he told me he wanted to try ball torture because “you have no real use.” I let him do it—and yes, it is painful during and after.

I don’t want to dwell on the physical specifics, but the experience forced me to realize how vital the bridge of trust is between a fag and an alpha. In the vacuum of a hotel room, far from the social scripts of the daytime world, the hierarchy becomes a living thing that requires communication to function. Over the years, I have learned that a true fag doesn’t just obey orders; he finds his purpose in them. Yet, there is a recurring shadow: fear. It is a specific, sharp kind of fear—not necessarily of the act itself, but of the sheer, uncompromising scale of the alpha’s power. It is the vertigo one feels standing at the edge of a cliff; it’s not that the cliff is “mean,” it’s simply that its nature is absolute and yours is fragile.

And that fear is okay. In fact, it is necessary. It is the recognition of the weight of the man standing above fags. The key, I’ve found, is to communicate that feeling to the alpha. You aren’t “complaining” or “safe-wording” out of the experience; you are clarifying your position within it. You are telling him that your hesitation isn’t a sign of disrespect toward the natural order, nor is it a rejection of his nature. Rather, it is an admission that you are being moved—truly, deeply moved—by the gravity of his power. When an alpha understands that your fear is actually a form of worship, the dynamic reaches its most honest state.

Maybe I am romanticizing, but I thought it was worth sharing.

Respectfully,

Mister Fag

Well done, brother!

My first question: why do you think the Alpha at bar was not straight? Did he say he wasn’t? Straight Alphas are quite clued in to the use of fags sexually, and when they sense a wild fag in an appropriate moment, they will often make a move. In fact, the ball torture makes me think he was straighter than you imagine.

That aside, I thought this was an exceptional entry in your series, Mister Fag! Your central thesis that Alphas carry a weight that inspires respect, awe, and fear in inferiors like fags is spot-on. I’ve actually heard Alphas say how much it turns them on to see how intimidated faggots and females are in their presence!

The Alpha in the bar probably sensed your nervousness right away and read it correctly. As I’ve said many times, Alphas are extraordinary hunters and possess the ability to read their prey. They see nervous eye contact and instinctively know the person can be controlled and used by them.

But your point about how “fear is a form of worship” is particularly fascinating to me. Even when we aren’t intentionally worshiping an Alpha, our natural instinct of fearful respect is also registered as worship in the eyes of Alphas!

Again, that is why I always encourage faggots to TRY to talk to Alphas and offer service. Yes, I know it can be intimidating, but Alphas read it correctly and hierarchically.

Thank you so much for such an insightful post, brother!

~ sam the faggot

The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Dear Sam,

This is Mr. Fag.  In the grand scheme of things of Alpha-fag dynamics, where raw dominance meets yielding surrender, one truth stands eternal: the limp cock is the fag’s crown.  Too many eager holes chase the illusion of hardness, thrusting their pathetic stubs forward like beggars at a feast.  Alphas recoil—and rightly so.  A fag’s cock, rigid and insistent, screams “equality,” shattering the sacred asymmetry of the room. Limpness? That is poetry. It is the visual hymn to your role: soft, dangling, and utterly irrelevant. Watch an Alpha’s eyes light up when your meat hangs slack, a silent vow that this hole is his altar, not a rival shaft.

Limpness isn’t mere optics—it’s physiological gospel for fag’s greedy guts. Pleasure should cascade from the hole upward, a prostate symphony that floods the fag’s system with bliss without demanding the crude machinery of an erection.

True ecstasy is found in the Sacred Circuit:

• The P-Spot Pulse: Anal stimulation hijacks the pudendal nerve, spiking dopamine and oxytocin.
• Blood Flow Prioritization: When the fag remains flaccid, their body directs blood flow to the internal erogenous zones rather than the superficial swell of the shaft.
• The Tension Trap: Forcing a boner chokes the pipeline. Tension builds in the corpora cavernosa, diverting neural energy away from your core and toward a distracting, masculine urgency.

Stay soft, and every thrust becomes a full-body wave. Fag’s glans will tingle passively, the balls will churn surplus seed, and the fag will remain an open vessel for hours rather than a ticking clock.

Alphas sense this instinctively. To them, a hard fag is a distraction—a mechanical competitor in a space that requires a vacuum. A limp one, however, is a pure invitation: “Ruin me, Sir.” It signals that the fag has successfully surrendered their own agency to prioritize his manhood.

We must cultivate this state. It is a discipline, not an accident.

1. Edging via the Rear: Practice solo with plugs, breathing through the urge to touch yourself.
2. Mirror Affirmations: Look at your softness. Recognize that the power is not in what stands up, but in what opens up.
3. Wellness through Yielding: Reduced erectile strain means healthier vessels and the elimination of the “refractory blues.”  The fag becomes an evergreen resource for Alpha’s pleasure.

Limpness isn’t weakness; it is the fag’s superpower. Embrace the hang, brothers. Let it swing free while the real work happens behind the scenes.

Respectfully,

Mr. Fag

I’m not sure what to make of this entry, brother. I tend to agree that Alphas hate seeing fags with hard dicks, but I believe fags should be caged rather than “flopping around”. That’s just my opinion, though.

~ sam the faggot

The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Part of the duty of mentor faggots like myself is to establish and emphasize proper fag conduct for younger fags so they uphold the standards that will make them successful. I’m really proud of the young fags I’ve been able to help train over the years. Great fags like Fabien, Mika, Chin, Giovanni, Jimmy, Prath, Fernando … these ones are the next generation of mentor faggots that I’ve been proud to know.

A mentor faggot contemporary of mine is Mister Fag, the brother who has been writing in occasionally with sage words of advice when he sees a topic that inspires him. Apparently, the recent discussion on the site about how often a faggot gets fucked moved him to make this emphatic post:

Hey Sam,

This is Mr. Fag.  I have been traveling a lot recently and wanted to share another thought – I expect you already know this deep down.

Let’s make it clear: a fag, like me and you, exists also to provide warm, willing holes whenever and wherever a man needs relief.  That’s not a suggestion — it’s the natural order.  We all know that Alphas and real men carry full, heavy balls all day.  We carry the duty to lighten that load.

Gas station bathroom at 2 a.m.?  We should drop to our knees without hesitation.  Gym steam room?  We back that ass up and spread.  Rest stop, alley, parking garage, dark corner of a club — doesn’t matter.  When a man signals, mouth and cunt should open on command.  No negotiation, no attitude, just service.

A fag doesn’t get to pick who, when, or how many.  That’s not the role.  A fag’s role is gratitude — thank him for using, thank him for letting his load go somewhere useful instead of being wasted.

A fag must keep that hole trained, keep it clean, keep it available.  Because the second a fag start thinking about comfort or “boundaries” coming before a man’s need… it’s a fag failure.  It is therefore important, for the not-owned fag, to be available.  It’s not being a slut: it’s doing our job.

Respectfully,

Mr. Fag

Mister Fag is definitely right about this. Faggots don’t have options, we have duties. It’s very important that faggots approach Alphas (even ones they don’t know) with the proper outlook and behavior so they can maximize both their opportunities as well as their mental health.

It’s really nice to have a fellow mentor faggot like Mister Fag joining me and other older or experienced fags to keep the eyes of our brothers focused on the more important things!

The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My latest podcast episode involving true Alphas vs. fake Alphas (listen to this episode HERE) garnered more than the usual responses. I think there are more faggots and Alphas tired of the fake morons and pretenders than even I imagined.

But what is at the heart of this difference between true Alphas and the rest? My friend and fellow faggot Mr. Fag had a thought about what defines a true Alpha that helps to further clarify the difference I was trying to highlight in the podcast. Read on:

Hi Sam,

This is Mr. Fag. I was listening to your most recent podcast about “fake” alphas and couldn’t help but think about something fundamental that belongs to hierarchy as I know it: the Alpha’s manifestation.

Speaking from personal experience, an Alpha doesn’t wait for permission or hints. He simply manifests what he wants, when he wants it. This is the sun declaring its light; the satellite simply orbits accordingly.

It can be as direct as a commanding look across the room that pins you in place. Or words that cut through noise: a low “Come here” or “On your knees.” Sometimes it’s an invitation to touch his chest, thigh, or cock—making the ownership explicit in that moment. Yes, that too: the Alpha decides the fag is worthy to serve in that way right then.

The key is that the decision originates with him. While the fag shows availability to serve, it’s never the fag initiating. A fag has purpose, but the when, how, and if of that service is manifested by the Alpha. He owns the timing and the terms.

This one-way manifestation protects everyone involved. For the fag, it removes ambiguity and pressure—no guessing games, no fear of overstepping, no risk of rejection stinging because you never put yourself out there first. Showing yourself caged or willing to serve simply reveals the fag’s nature. Consent becomes clearer and cleaner: when an Alpha manifests desire directly, the fag can recognize it, respond with obedience, and feel held within the hierarchy. Boundaries are upheld because the Alpha sets the frame from the start.

For the Alpha, it preserves authority and prevents dilution of his dominance. He isn’t negotiating or chasing; he declares, and the natural order responds.

In my experience, the most intense scenes happen when this is crystal clear: the Alpha manifests, the fag recognizes and yields. No blurred lines, no role confusion—just hierarchy in motion.

I share this because I think it’s the mechanism that truly allows a fag to live himself. I’d value hearing more of your thoughts on this, Sam.

Respectfully,

Mr. Fag

I completely agree with Mr. Fag on this, of course. When it comes to true Alpha behavior, there can be no doubt that natural-born Alphas have an indefatigable confidence and commanding presence to get whatever they want from fags or any others. As Mr. Fag rightly points out, these kinds of Alphas don’t need to waste time and breath pursuing what they want or doing a lot of convincing … they simply exist, draw attention, and make simple commands loaded with the expectation of obedience.

It honestly seems so simple, but you can see how phony Alphas try too hard to achieve this effect and fail miserably. I do think the reason why I’ve been so successful with straight Alphas is because I recognized that trait early in my life (and I’m assuming Mr. Fag was the same way), which helped me make more accurate judgement calls about the Alphas I served.

And, as Mr. Fag correctly identifies, this genuine Alpha manifestation snaps every other part of the hierarchical order into place, allowing the rest to naturally assume their proper role. Much of this happens on a subconscious level, of course, but keen students of hierarchy can see this happening clearly and openly.

This Alpha manifestation is so serious that I’ve always taken it upon myself to teach Alphas these principles with plenty of worthy examples so that they might embrace it properly. It’s vital that Alphas understand their important role in hierarchy, how every action, glace, or command they choose has ripples of effect to the inferiors around them. It’s a huge responsibility, but true Alphas embrace that responsibility.

I thank Mr. Fag for taking the time to help unlock this fairly in-depth teaching! I there are more aspects of this particular subject to discuss, which we will do in further articles!

The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last post from Mr. Faggot, I made the comment that using an honorific like “Mister” with a title like “fag” seemed oxymoronic. When I wrote it, I realized the irony of my statement. After all, I very much identified with the things Mr. Faggot said in his letter about what he referred to as “self command” but I might call “self actualization”. Like Mr. Fag, I was deeply trained by three exceptional Masters at a young age to believe that I had value as an intelligent faggot, that my complete submission was righteous and proper, and that I should feel proud to be of service to superior Men.

It’s how I’ve always felt about being a faggot. That’s why I’m not ashamed to tell other people I’m a faggot. In fact, I’m proud to be a faggot, and it’s all because of the Masters who owned me when I was younger … just like Mr. Fag.

Notice how he further defines his development and outlook:

Dear Sam,

This is Mr. Fag. I felt it was time to reach out and provide some necessary clarity regarding my name and the persistent idea that “Mr. Fag” is an oxymoron. I do not see a contradiction; rather, I see the title my first Alpha used to define my purpose.

I want to be clear: I am a man. Biologically, structurally, and functionally. But as my first Alpha taught me—starting when I was nineteen and he was thirty-five—I am a man whose highest purpose is the devoted service of a Real Man. This isn’t a theory; it is a biological realization that he meticulously cultivated in me through years of consensual, rigorous hierarchy.

To those who find the “Mr.” and the “Fag” at odds, they miss the point of the self-command I advocate for. The “Mr.” denotes the masculine vessel; the “Fag” denotes the utility and the recognition of my inferiority. My Alpha taught me that to serve him is not to lose my manhood, but to finally give it a direction: servicing Alphas.

However, this service is not a free-for-all. It is governed by the five pillars my first Alpha installed in me—the code that ensures the Alpha remains the sun and I remain the satellite:

• The Denial of Self: I never cum in front of other men. My release is unnecessary.
• Physiological Neutrality: I never get hard in front of other men. My body is a theater for his pleasure, not a monument to my own.
• The Alchemy of Pain: I accept the pain the sexual act involves. It is the natural weight of his dominance. Under his tutelage, I’ve learned that this “pain” is merely the most intense form of pleasure nature allows a fag to feel.
• Total Compartmentalization: I do not bleed into his “real” life. I don’t deal with the wires, the wives, the girlfriends, or the domesticities. I exist only where and how he summons me.
• The Sacred Debt: An Alpha’s cum is never neglected. It is the ultimate signature of the Alpha, and it is handled with the absolute reverence it deserves.

Throughout my journey, my dynamics with Alphas have been built on the recognition of the body’s quality when it is fully devoted to a superior. It is a clean, sharp existence. There is no oxymoron in being a man who knows his place—there is only the profound relief of being handled (and used) by someone who knows exactly what to do with me.

I hope this helps the readers understand the “Self-Command” I live by. It isn’t about being less of a man; it’s about being the right kind of man for your Alpha.

Respectfully,

Mr. Fag

Those Five Pillars are outstanding boundaries of a faggot’s life, and I live by all of them now. Some of them were learned the hard way, but I now see the wisdom of them.

When a faggot absorbs his purpose and embraces it fully as Mr. Fag has, these become powerful mantras become comfortable blankets of encouragement. I honestly wish that for every faggot, and I also wish more Masters understood how to purposefully embed these values in their fags.

Maybe we will all get there together someday!

Thank you, my brother Mr. Fag for elucidating these key values for us all!

The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Recently I’ve been receiving intelligent, post-like missives from a 40-something faggot who, like me, has experienced so much as a faggot that he’s formulated quite a few thoughts and theories on hierarchy. While I have yet to meet this faggot, his contributions are notable-enough to be pulled together into a column on the site. You can access all of them in the link above.

And before I start, I just want to give a little catty side-eye to the name the faggot gave himself. “Mr. Fag” sounds way too much like an oxymoron to be believed. However, I’m leaving it as is.

So after Mister Fag’s last well-received post about the Hierarchical Third Eye (CLICK HERE), he’s returned to discuss the important subject of self-actualization as a faggot.

Hi Sam,

This is Mr. Fag, the one who wrote you about the ability of Alphas recognizing fags. Building on my last note regarding the instinct of recognition—I want to be precise about the mechanics. After decades of navigating this, it has become clear to me that the height of an Alpha’s experience is entirely dependent on the quality of the man kneeling beneath him.

Being a faggot is not a lapse in character; it is a specialized calling. For those of us wired this way, it is the only path to total alignment. But the foundation of that alignment is a paradox: absolute self-command.

A seasoned faggot does not come to an Alpha as a broken thing seeking to be fixed. He arrives as a finished product. He owns his truth without apology. He maintains his body, his finances, and his mind with professional rigor—not out of ego, but because a high-performance engine requires a clean vessel. He builds himself up specifically so he has more to surrender. He hones his value so that when he offers it up, the sacrifice actually means something.

This isn’t submission born of weakness; it’s submission born of power. By embracing this role without the friction of shame, you hand an Alpha the ultimate gift: undiluted proof of his own gravity.

A real Alpha—a man truly at the top of the hierarchy—has no interest in a self-loathing mess. That is a liability, not a devotee. He wants the man who is confident in his inferiority. He wants the fag who can look him in the eye and articulate exactly why he belongs at his feet. When a self-respecting man drops to his knees and says, “Use me because you deserve it,” the Alpha’s superiority is no longer a theory—it becomes a lived reality. It is intoxicating because it is earned.

The dynamic is a virtuous cycle:

• Self-maintenance enables superior service.
• Superior service earns total dominance.
• Total dominance provides the clarity of subspace.
• Clarity reinforces the identity.

For the seasoned faggot, this isn’t a demotion. It is a mastery of place. We don’t fight nature; we facilitate it. We provide the mirror in which a true Alpha finally sees the full scale of his own power.

I’ve stopped looking for permission. I simply answer the calling. I thought this perspective on the “dignity of the depths” might interest you.

Respectfully,

Mr. Fag

I’ve often discussed (in sometimes brutal terms) the importance of faggots to maintain themselves to the best of their abilities for the very reason discussed above. I’m glad my brother articulated it so well.

Any truly high-quality Alpha with even a modicum of self-respect (and believe me, they have more than just a little of it) wants to be served by the highest-quality fags. After all, a faggot (like a female) decorates an Alpha’s life and is a reflection of his glory. Overweight, insecure, self-loathing abuse faggots are not owned by high-quality Alphas unless that fag has a lot of money (which is a rare combination).

So be honest with what you see in the mirror and what kind of Alpha you dream to serve. Start presenting yourself in a way that would make an Alpha proud to own you!

Thanks to “Mr. Fag” for this contribution!