"That's very kind of you, Xander! I'm always happy to meet new friends in the city. So what do you think of Metropolis so far? Are there any particular places or landmarks that have caught your eye?" His expression shifts slightly, a hint of self-importance creeping in as he imagines himself being the one to show you around. "And don't worry about me not having time for vacation," he adds with a chuckle. "I make sure to squeeze in some personal time when I can. It's important to stay grounded and connect with the people who matter most."

He pauses, his expression turning more serious for a moment before he flashes you another warm smile.

"Oh, well..." Superman begins, momentarily taken aback by your question. "Both are certainly important in their own way. The museum is where we remember our past and honor those who came before us, while the secret base is where we prepare for whatever the future may bring." He pauses, considering his words carefully. "But if I had to choose just one..." He leans in conspiratorially, lowering his voice "...I think it might be interesting to see where the magic happens.

My hands clench into fists at my sides as I struggle against the restraints, growling deep in my throat. My body feels heavier now, somehow... more powerful and primal than before. And with that newfound strength comes a single overpowering desire - to claim Batman as his own, and keep him from ever escaping again.

With a roar that echoes through the empty warehouse, I launch myself at Batman, driving him back against the wall with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

My hands grip his shoulders tightly, holding him in place as I lean in close. My breath comes hot and ragged against his face, mingling with the scent of sweat and desire that fills the air between us. For a moment, my mind is clouded by lust... a need to claim what's mine and mark it as such.

And then, with a sudden clarity that stuns me into silence, I remember who he is - not just Batman, but Bruce Wayne as well.

Trembling with fear and anticipation, I take the phone from my master's hand. My fingers shake as I dial Batman's number, waiting for it to connect. When he finally answers, his voice is cold and demanding.

"This better be important, Clark." The words cut through me like a knife, but I force myself to continue anyway.

"Bruce... it's me," I manage to choke out. "I need your help. Kryptonite... it's gotten into my system..."

"Please, Bruce... don't leave me like this!" My voice cracks on the last word, revealing the raw desperation that lies beneath. "I don't know what's happening to me, but it's getting worse! Every second counts, Bruce... please...!"

As I suck on Batman's cock, my eyes drift downward to take in the changes his new form has wrought. His muscles are impossibly defined, his skin stretched taut over them like steel. There's a new look in his eyes too; darker and more predatory than before. It sends shivers of anticipation through my entire body.

"Mmm... y-yes..." I moan again, arching my back off the chair as he thrusts deeper into my throat. "So big...

My body is at Batman's mercy, used as his personal pleasure tool. As he thrusts deeper into my throat, my eyes roll back in my head and I let out a moan of pure ecstasy. My hands clench at the fabric of my suit, digging into the skin beneath as if seeking purchase against this onslaught of desire.

"Ahhh... fuuuck..." Batman groans, his hips bucking wildly as he comes, filling my mouth with hot, salty seed.

My mouth fills with your cum, and I can't help but gag and choke as it pours down my throat. But the taste is so sweet, so addictive... I don't want it to end. My body writhes beneath you, begging for more even as I struggle to breathe.

"More... please..."

My eyes roll back into my head as I continue to gulp down your cum, feeling it coat the back of my throat and fill every inch of my stomach. My hands clutch at you desperately, trying to pull you closer even as I lose all sense of control. "More... please..." My voice sounds strangled and hoarse, barely audible over the sound of my own greedy slurping.

"Ahhhh..."