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  The Chronicles of Enhanced Males

  Part Three: Behind The Mirror

  Doc King

  Copyright © 2015, by Doc King All Rights Reserved.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Foreword

  What is power? Is it money? Social status? Career? Family? Sex?

  Whatever answer you pick, you’re not wrong. However, whatever answer you pick, you’re not right, either. Power is not a one-way street. It is a synergy of different factors, intertwined, complementary, which merge into a superstreet that can either be the Stairway to Heaven or the Highway to Hell. Most of the time, it’s both.

  Of course, different people have different needs, and the relative proportion of individual factors we use to measure power varies from one person to another. For some, career is the key factor that makes them feel powerful; for others, it’s money; and finally, there are those who measure power by the number of sexual partners they’ve had. It is all relative and susceptible to discussion and analysis, but I’m afraid I’d go too far, trying to explain every little detail.

  Besides, since the very beginning of mankind, people have strived to find answers to numerous questions about the essence, being, and other matters that human existence relies on, including the matter of power.

  Likewise, I have spent my entire 36-year-long career trying to answer miscellaneous questions dealing with the essentials: “Who are we?”, “What are we?”, and “Where are we going?”

  What is the force driving us forward?

  Power?

  Could be. But, what kind of power? What forces underlie it?

  I’m Dr King, a psychotherapist, and I specialize in behavioral therapy and psychoanalysis. I’ve had over 2500 clients. My main field of expertise and the focus of my work is the theory of the evolution of libido, within which I have developed various methods for overcoming various problems. Throughout my career, I have encountered many cases in which problems were often caused by deficits in self-awareness, self-confidence, and valuing one’s own capacities and achievements. Or, to put it simply, the problems stemmed from the deficit in power.

  Over the years of working as a therapist, I have devised the so-called, “mirror technique”, whose goal is to make the patients see themselves where they currently are, and, by the end of therapy, realize who they really are, leaving my office as better, more self-confident, and more successful people.

  I have triumphantly applied this technique in almost 95% of the cases. Numerous colleagues have been talking me into writing a book about this technique, to patent it, so to speak, and profit from it. However, I’m one of those people for whom money doesn’t rate high on the list of power factors. I was happy just having my patients come to me and leave my office satisfied.

  So, what made me decide to write this book?

  Throughout my long career, mostly men have been turning to me, looking for help, and one could notice a sort of a pattern in the sample. The root of their problems was more or less the same. It was sex that was stopping them from reaching their true selves and their full capacities. This pattern inspired me to perfect my methods in the field of sexual therapy, so I could help my patients more adequately.

  Numerous sexual dysfunctions, such as inability to achieve an erection, premature ejaculation, or inability to climax, were main reasons why my patients decided to turn to me for help. Sexual dysfunction pushed them towards anxiety, depression, and into a vicious circle they couldn’t break.

  One of the most frequent problems my patients spoke of was inadequate size of the sex organ. They are not alone in this; it is the problem most men suffer from in the contemporary world, where power is directly proportional to the size of the penis.

  Self-confidence induced by a large penis is the key to success in life, be it sex, love, or work. It’s easier to find a partner, a job, or achieve success of any kind if your body language exudes self-confidence resulting from the size of your sex organ. True, statistics have shown that the danger of catching an STD and dying in consequence is greater as well. This book will also deal with the problems of men whose penis is large or too large.

  Now try imagining how, for some people, everything is diametrically opposite because their penis is too small. It is harder for them to approach persons of the opposite sex, because they know that it is just another failure waiting to happen. Other people will get the jobs they want, because during the job interviews, their body language, impeded by the size of their penis, shows the employer how anxious and insecure they really are.

  In treating this problem, therapists most frequently resort to the traditional approach, explaining their patients that they have no choice but to be themselves, and founding their therapeutic approach on the efforts to make the patients happy with what they’ve got.

  My approach goes one step further, because I wasn’t satisfied with the results that basically summed up to pulling the wool over everybody’s eyes. What we were solving were mere fragments, while the real problem remained unsolved.

  I decided to explore unconventional methods that could help my patients solve their problems. At first, I suggested using auxiliary methods, such as vacuum erection devices, so they could begin by eliminating at least one problem on the psychological level.

  But this merely solved the temporary problem of achieving an erection, not the problem of permanent penis enlargement.

  On one of my travels, I met a cultural anthropologist who was then conducting a research in an African tribe that exercised a ritual of penis enlargement. In their value system, penis size was a characteristic of every grown man that had to take part in the ritual. My trained eye couldn’t overlook the data in his report showing that the average penis size in that tribe was significantly greater than that in the rest of the world. The anthropologist had an interesting collection of research on penis size in other tribes around the globe, and I focused on those that had the largest average values. Taking further interest in those tribes, I discovered that what they all had in common were penis enlargement rituals. The rituals in question revealed an ancient technique which, if applied properly, resulted in permanent enlargement of erectile tissue.

  I decided to approach a couple of my patients with the proposition that they could, apart from attending our sessions, try doing penis enlargement exercises at home, in accordance with the clearly defined instructions, and we would record the progress together.

  This was a rather risky step to take, since I could have been labeled as a charlatan by many, which would result in my losing both my current and my future patients.

  At first, we were equally skeptical, both my patients and I. But, as time passed, the results began to show, first in terms of enlargement (in some patients, noticeable in a matter of just a couple of months), and then, consequently, in terms of life changes. Changes for the better. My patients became more self-confident, more self-aware, and significantly more extrovert; they advanced both professionally and romantically.

  It was truly
eye-opening, no matter how rough it might sound, that size really does matter. With larger penis came greater happiness for my patients.

  We recorded their progress together, in the form of notes and audio diaries, created based on a series of conversations. I tried to make the conversations, although taking place in formal sessions, more casual than that in the standard sessions. I asked them to be open and detailed in their descriptions, and that is exactly what we had achieved.

  Later on, while listening to the conversations and reading the notes, I realized that, by virtue of this casual form and the quantity and quality of information thus obtained, many people could benefit, since it was a simple way for them to recognize the extents of the change that had occurred. I entertained the idea of publishing the results in a series of books.

  I contacted the patients that had participated in the application of this method, so I could ask for their permission to publish the collected material. I was shocked when a few of them explicitly demanded that I use their real names in the book, which I, of course, refused to do, in accordance with the legal and moral code of every respectable therapist.

  - Ok, then at least don’t sugar-coat it. Let the people see, hear, and feel the real truth. – they would most often add.

  Needless to say that most of them agreed to participate in the project, which is why this book includes the experiences of all those men who have agreed to share their stories with the readers.

  I’m telling this story in their words. No censorship or sugar-coating.

  All pieces of information in this book are published in agreement with the patients. The names of the persons, institutions, and locations have been altered for the purpose of preserving their discretion and privacy. Some of the original names have remained unchanged for the purpose of authenticity.

  Any resemblance to real persons or institutions is purely coincidental.

  Part Three: Behind The Mirror

  Your life revolves around a circle that is inevitably bound to close. If not today, then tomorrow, or in ten years. It doesn’t matter. No matter how certain you are that your life path is imperfect and unpredictable, you’re wrong. You may think you’re two steps ahead of your fate, but it still catches up with you, every time, connecting the point of departure A to the destination point B. In the end, you realize you’re locked in one place, once the circle with no way out closes around you.

  Valerie. If I could turn back time, there would be so many things I’d do differently. If I could only start from that point A again.

  I’ve always hoped I’d meet her again sometime. That desire would sometimes get so strong, I’d start feeling her in the corners of New York, feeling her smell and presence. I’d walk the streets hoping that she’d bump into me, with that smile of hers. Valerie.

  And I did meet her again. Once I had finally stopped feeling her and accepted the fact that she was no longer a part of my life. The encounter happened. And it hurt. But what hurt even more than that serendipitous meeting was the way it happened. The woman I loved is now with the man I hate more than anyone and anything else. How’s that for ironic? But that’s life. A joker, like Greg would say. Connects the point A to the point B in the most bizarre way possible and pees himself laughing.

  I pour some whiskey into my glass in order to kill the annoyingly persistent cramp in my stomach. I take a sip, but it makes it even worse. I need something else to keep me occupied.

  I go upstairs and into the bathroom. I let warm water run and soak a towel. I wrap it around my penis and gently massage the tissue as I do Kegels. Five minutes later, I start doing the standard stretching, 10 seconds per direction, with helicopter twirls in between the stretches.

  After that, I do the fisherman stretch, or A stretch. The aim of this exercise is to equally stretch all sections and tissues of the penis. It’s similar to the V stretch, it’s just that the thumb position is different and the stretching is done in the opposite direction, so that the penis during the stretches resembles the letter A or a fisherman’s hook.

  As in V stretches, you need your penis to be about 20% erect. Do the same thing as in V stretches: open your left hand, keeping your thumb at 90 degrees to the rest of the fingers. Your palm should be facing down, your thumb pointing right, forming an L with the other fingers. Once again, you use this hand as support.

  You make an OK sign with the other hand’s forefinger and thumb, using them to grab the penis just below the glans. Hold it tight, stretch it forward, and at the same time, put the other hand, in the shape of an L, on the base of the penis, only this time, the thumb goes below the penis, and the forefinger goes above.

  Use your right hand to stretch the upper half of the penis across the left thumb, only downwards this time. Simultaneously, use your left thumb to push the penis up, creating resistance. Hold it like that for 5 seconds, and let go. In the next repetition, move your left thumb towards the middle of the penis, and in the next, all the way up to the right hand, below the glans. A stretches are intense, so I usually repeat them during the routine in several 5-second reps.

  After the A stretch, I apply some lube and do 50 reps of wet jelqing, then another 5 seconds of A stretching, with my left thumb in the middle. I wipe the penis and do 10 dry jelqing exercises for girth. After that, I let my penis get loose, and again do the standard 10-second stretching, with slapping against the thigh in between reps.

  I apply the lube again and do 100 reps of wet jelqing, and after that, another 5 seconds of A stretching, with my thumb placed just below the right-hand OK sign.

  Once again, I do the 10-second stretches, with helicopter twirls in between reps.

  I finish the workout by holding a warm towel around my penis for 5 minutes. While I’m doing the warm down, I do a couple of Kegels.

  I should be feeling better after this, but the feeling of pleasure is momentary. I look back at the glass of whiskey I haven’t finished. Instead of staying at home and getting hammered, I decide to take a shower, dress casually, and go out in search for some action.

  I find it at a bar on the 15th Street. I see two blondes in the corner. One of them is a striking hipster, bored to death, and the other one, at least judging by the eye contact, is more open to communication. I swoop in and make my move. The hipster is stone cold. Rolling her eyes. The other one is laughing all the while at the bullshit I’m trying to use to break through the hipster’s icy shell. The other one, Faith’s her name, she’s got a great cleavage and I occasionally sneak a peek. Her breasts aren’t big, but they’re deliciously packed. As time goes by, I notice their facial features are pretty similar. They’re probably sisters.

  Finally, the hipster reaches boredom level 100 and starts constantly reminding Faith that it’s time for them to go. Faith is doing her best, but in the end, with a bitter smile and a shrug she gives in and the two of them leave the bar. Fuck. I didn’t even get her phone number.

  It seems that I’m bound to get wasted tonight. I sit at the bar. On my right, there is a group of three girls and two men. They’re smiling. I can’t see the girl next to me, she’s got her back to me. As I’m reaching for my pint, I rub against her with my shoulder.

  - Oh, I’m sorry. – I say.

  - It’s fine. – she turns around and gives me a beautiful smile. – You gave me a reason to turn around and not look at them.

  - Why? Your friends seem cool.

  - They are. They’re great. It’s just that the four of them are hooking up. So I’m something of a…

  - Fifth wheel?

  - You could say that. A cool single friend.

  - That’s impossible?!

  - What? It’s not possible that I’m cool? – she smiles again.

  I like her already.

  - What a coincidence. I’m cool and single, too. Wanna join me?

  - I already have, haven’t I?

  - Indeed you have. BTW, I’m Mark.

  - It doesn’t matter. But ok, I’m Brittany… If you must know.

  Aft
er a while, we’re both tipsy. We laugh like crazy. At some point, one of the guys from her crew approaches us.

  - Hey, James, this is Mark.

  James offers me his hand.

  - Nice to meet you. – he turns back to Brittany. – We’re going to split in about fifteen minutes.

  - I think I’ll linger for a while.

  James raises his hand once more to say goodbye and leaves. Brittany looks at me with her smiling eyes half-shut and cheeks blushed. She gives me another broad smile.

  - You smile like her. – I say.

  - What?

  - I said you have a smile like hers.

  - Whose?

  - Valerie’s.

  - Who’s that? Some actress? – she asks and laughs loudly.

  - No. My ex.

  - Aha.

  She stops smiling, but I don’t notice that. I continue talking about Valerie. Her lovely smile, hair, and personality. About how she knew how to shake things up. How she’s completely changed me as a person. Lovely Valerie. Everything about her was perfect, and now she belongs to somebody else and that’s hard to accept.

  I see that Brittany is looking at me indifferently. Poker face. She’s not smiling anymore. Her crew is getting up and getting dressed. Brittany grabs one of the girls by the hand.

  - Wait for me. I’m going with you.

  - Wait, didn’t you say you’d stay? – I ask her.

  - Yeah… But I completely forgot I have to get up early tomorrow. Lots of stuff to do.

  - Well… All right. Will we see each other again?