Now, hulking black submissive man

"I wanna see you now" Andrew said.
The Ghirabo morphed, turning itself seemingly into a huge mass of goo before solidifying again. The new form was taken straight out of Andrews Dreams. The black man towered over anyone in town at 6 foot 11 and carried enough muscle to warrant a steroid test. His huge thick cock dangled between his legs, almost the size of Andrews forearm. And yet, instead of sweeping Andrew up in his arms or acting like a jock like the crowd expected, he knelt. He bowed his head and said in a quiet careful voice. "Master, command me and I will obey." Andrew reached out and stroked his bald head. "Follow me ****, we´re going home."

Andrew and his **** received a few odd looks, a few smirks from people who thought Andrew wanted to get fucked by his ****. Sure, Andrew might enjoy his slaves cock, but on his own terms. Once they came home to his parents house, they weren´t home yet, Andrew pulled his **** to his room by its cock. Once there he locks the door behind them. "Kneel" He ordered, pointing to the small carpet in front of his bed.

His **** sat down on his knees, hands behind his back and head bowed in respect. Andrews mind churned with ideas...