The Sorcerer

Chapter 1: Max


I thought I was a god. 
My name is Maximilian Ironclaw, I am a fifteen year old wolf boy, I used to be a student at highschool back home in silverpine.
When I first discovered my powers I was fourteen years old. I started hearing voices in my head, I felt I was crazy at first, who wouldnt? Turns out the voices weren't in my head, they were in everyone else's.
Mind reading really made my life easier, but it did not stop there, I soon found out that with just a bit of focus I could project my thoughts into someone else's mind, force them to think and to do as I commanded.
I did with that what any teenager would have, free car, all the hotest chicks, all the best grades. I felt like I could do anything, no one could stop me. Even if the army came up to my house I could tell the general to fuck off and he would.
In hindsight, I really should have kept a low profile. Maybe then he wouldnt have found me, and taken everything.
It started with a letter.
I woke up that saturday morning like any other morning in the last month, at least two hotties in my bed. The one on my left was Erika, exchange student, I really loved her accent. She had pure white fur and the cutest  little snout to go with her big rodent ears. Her hand was stroking my cock in her sleep, just as I had programed her to.
The one on the left was Niccole, the schools blonde bimbo cat. She used to be the most vain bitch to me when I was powerless, but one cant argue with breasts the size of hers. I still think she was better off under my control then with her peanut brain in command. I actualy made her be nice to people and care about something other then cock. That being said, she cared about nothing MORE then my cock. The second I woke up the post-hypnotic sugestion in her brain made her eyes flash open and she dove under the bedsheets to give me a blowjob.
She perked her cute lips and swallowed my cock whole in one fell swoop, then started sucking. Practice makes perfect, they say, and she had a lot of that. She milked my morning wood for all she could, making me moan só loudly I woke up poor Erika. As soon as her cute eyes flickered open she looked at me and a huge smile appeared on her face
“Master! Good morning!'' She said with a giggle then noticed the bulge moving under the bedsheets and my expression.
“Ooooh, is Niccole taking all the fun for herself again? No fair, can I get a piece too? Please?”
It felt really hard to say no to that face, I nodded and with a telepathic command, the blonde slut moved around to licking one side of my shaft so Erika could take the other. They worked togheter, licking up and down as I moaned and soon reached an orgasm.
Another trick Id learned was to enhance my own ejaculation and libido by altering my own brainwaves. At least I think thats how it worked. It did, thats what matters. I came a five foot tall geiser of white spunk that showered the girls and me. They both giggled at the mess Id made.
“You two are so cleaning this up”
They pouted and with a mere tought they were forced face down on the bed, licking my cum off of it. “Good girls.”
Morning fuck done with, I took a shower and went downstairs, I found myself surprised to see something in my mailbox. It was a envelope right out of a middle ages movie, weathered down paper, tied with string and a seal in wax.
It was adressed to me:
-Max Tendertail.
Right on the tin. So I opened the envelope.
The letter was handwritten, quite fine penmanship in fact, it read:
Dear Maximilian. It has come to my attention that you posses rather exceptional gifts, the ability to read people's minds, to control them, to project your thoughts. These are clear digns of a powerfull psionic in-development.
That makes you a threat, or an asset.
I would rather have you be the later. Do not take this personaly, but I will not give you a choice on the matter.
I would like to resolve this as gentlemen, meet me at your school at six today.
If you fail to appear, I will hunt you down and I will not be so corteous.

At first it came to my mind it was some sort of prank, who in the hell would challenge me with a handwritten letter like that. But then I realized, the only people who knew about my powers were under my control, they wouldn't pull a prank on me.
Still, I was cocky, I imagined it was maybe some government agent or just an idiot way over his head. Id meet him at six and at six five he'd be licking my boots.

I showed up at the place and looked around, waiting. Had I just fallen for some stupid prank? If so Id scour the minds of everyone in school and find who did it and make them drink toilet water like a dog for the rest of the year.
That plan was put on hold when I was caught by suprise by a hand touching my shoulder. I jumped and looked back, my eyes were greeted to the face of a white fox. His face.
He was slender and a tiny bit taller then I, he wore a tight-fitting suit that must have been tailor-made with how perfectly it looked on him. He had gloves on and shoes, only his face was visible. Id later find out why.
Another thing that struck out about him was the long white mane that covered the  right side of his face, blocking one eye entirely.

“Don't sneak up on me!” I told him. Then I realized.
“Wait a minute, how did you sneak up on me?...Why cant I...youre the one who wrote me the letter arent you?”

He nodded and smirked. “Yes, I am. Are you wondering why you cant read my thoughts?”

“As a matter of fact...”

The white fox chuckled smugly. “The fact, is that you are an insect with a god complex. Did you truly believe you could go around using your powers without anyone noticing? Did you believe there was no one as powerfull as you, or more?” He laughed out loud now.

“Okay look here asshole!” He tried to push my thoughts into his mind, force him to look  at me and stand still. I could feel myself getting into his head and then got pushed back so hard I felt Id been punched in the brain.

“Tell me that was not your best shot” The fox laughed, he sounded truly maniacal. “Awww...its just so hilarious how you pathethic insects get a little bit of power and think youre king of the world.”

That guy pissed me off, I focused harder now. I visualized my mental power taking the form of a lance to pierce through his barriers.
He waved his hand and my mental image turned to dust.

“Let me....explain things better. You have notable psychic power indeed. But a psychic is merely a talented child with a brush. I am a master of the art, a sorcerer.”

“A sorcerer?” I asked sarconically and he just nodded.

“I will not go into length to explain the vast difference between you and I. I shall merely demonstrate.” He  waved his hand again and I felt  a warm wave flush over my head, my thoughts slowed down, it was hard to focus. Was that how people felt when I controlled them? I imagined. I tried my best to keep my head in place, to fight him off. It was worthless. I was on my knees when I came to.

A feeling of absolute helplessness crashed over me.  As I looked up I felt his power, true power,  he reached out for me and touched my head.

I thought I was a god, I was wrong.
I am...thankfull to my master for putting me in my place. For giving me the oportunity to use my modest powers to serve his will.
Part of me still resists him, part of me wants to be free...But that part grows weaker every day.

I must go now, my master calls me. I cannot disobey.