Your very own boytoy

You know who you've had the hots for ever since you first saw? Super Guy. Those bulging pecs and mountain-moving biceps were the highlight of your puberty, the best-ofs of which still play around in your wet dreams. Harry's hotter, of course, but you can't tell him that, or he might forget his place.

Sophie: "Get me a... real-life Super Guy. Collared, leashed, gagged, wearing a chastity belt, and with a remote-controlled kryptonium vibrator shoved so far up his ass that I'll be able to toss him around like a sack of towels."

Harry: "At once, Your Grand Excellency."

Harry snaps his fingers, and before him, a herculean meatlocker of a man spontaneously appears, falling onto his knees and drooping down sloppily. He looks like the spitting image of the famed comicbook hardbody, molded into brazen, taut flesh. He looks astonished, and somewhat fearful.

You lean down and grab Super Guy from his leash. Despite his apparent bulk, you're quite capable of lifting him up one-handed, as was requested.

Sophie: "Super Guy... 'Savior of Earth', 'The Steel Man'. Pheh. You're my boytoy now."

You make an inviting gesture towards Harry, who knowingly teleports the vibrator's control into your hand. It's a fairly simple device, with only a single control knob with increments labeled as 'Off', 'Palpitation', 'Tease', 'Vibration', 'Shudder', 'Tremor', 'Supersonic', 'Hypersonic', 'Mind Break' and 'Apocalyptic'.

You like to think of yourself as a subtle and conniving dominatrix. That, however, you are not. You instantly go for 'Hypersonic'. The relentless, droning buzz is near-deafening. Your entire house is on the verge of collapsing, and Harry has to physically hold the roof in place to stop it from collapsing.

The pained sceams of Super Guy, which previously could topple buildings, are now stifled by an ordinary ball gag. Seeing this superhuman sex bomb in such a sorry state makes you feel kinda bad, though... better break his mind to end his existential suffering.

You flip the knob clear up to eleven, beyond even 'Apocalyptic'. The floorboards nealy ripple from the cannonfire-like beats blasting off at 3000 beats per second - the seismometers in three neighbouring cities go off, and that's with the added insulation of being in a fifth story apartment.

Well, a previously-fifth story apartment, at least. The building, along with the three nearest blocks, are now rubble and dust. You and Harry are still floating in mid-air where your apartment used to be, Harry flying and you standing inside of a protective bubble that Harry manifested.

You flip the vibrator off - not so much from the destruction, or to spare Super Guy from further trauma, but because the noise is getting unbearable. With less grace than it would appear, you lean forwards and steer your protective bubble down to a chasm in the middle of what was previously a parking lot. There, at the bottom of a twenty-foot deep gorge, lies that which was previously Super Guy.

Now breathy, beady-eyed and groggy, any semblance to the world-renowed flying brick is merely coincidental.

Super Guy: "Bluh... eshf... guh..."

Sophie: "Haha, neat! I literally fucked him senseless."

You lean in close and whisper into Super Guy's ear:

Sophie: "(Cum for your Mistress, you slutty lil' horndog.)"

You swear you could hear the sound of a shotgun reloading right before Super Guy blasts an arch of pearly white cum over tall buildings in a single bound. Seems that even while under the effects of kryptonium, he still has ample super strength in stock.

Sophie: "Ooh, nice range! Betcha you could make for a cool industrial cutter."

That gives you an idea.

Sophie: "Harry, encase Super Guy into a dehumanizing machine where his cock acts as an industrial cutter. The machine should be turned on by the sound of me breathily whispering 'Cum for your Mistress' into Super Guy's ears."

Harry: "At once, Your Supreme Excellency."

In an instant, Super Guy has been reduced to nothing but an industrial cutter. You place whatever you want under the cockhead, and then turn it on, causing Super Guy to cum. While the pressure is enough to cut through just about any matter (including the machine itself), it causes quite a bit of a mess, and is really impractical.

Sophie: "Lmao, you make for a great toy, but you're no good at being a tool. Harry, tear him out of there."

Harry complies, and effortlessly crushes the heavy dury machine into shreds and pulls the confused Super Guy out of the wreckage.

Sophie: "Now, what to do with you?"