Derrick had been fascinated by the tour, where he got to see satyrs and fauns, centaurs and minotaurs, and all manner of mythical creatures. They'd kept beckoning for him to join them, and he'd wanted to, but he could hardly do anything with his mom and sister right there watching his every move. Then they got back and there was a mixup with the rooms, so he'd be getting his own, in the "Eros suite", whatever that was. He'd pretended to be upset, but really he was excited to finally get some privacy and independence from his family.
The minotaur porter guided Derrick to the entrance of the room, dropped his bags off, and shuffled away with a grunt. Derrick opened the door and his eyes widened. The room was luxuriously appointed, with marble columns, a marble tub, a big bed with silk sheets, silk cushions scattered around, and marble statues, nude and in suggestive poses. But what really caught his attention, once he realized it wasn't another of the statues, was the naked boy, or maybe young man, standing in front of the bed!
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," stammered Derrick, his face reddening, "they told me this was my room, I'll go, sorry, sorry."
"Don't worry, this is your room." The boy smiled placidly, and Derrick got a closer look at him. He was really handsome, even beautiful, blonde and green-eyed, smooth and muscular, and massively endowed. Definitely more man than boy, then. Derrick felt himself starting to harden, which made him blush even more. "My name is Lysander, I'm a pleasure boy for our guests. I come with the room. How may I service you?"
Rooms came with... what, sex slaves? This place was crazy! "What? Service me? You mean, like, suck my dick--?"
Derrick was just wondering out loud, but Lysander evidently didn't see it that way. "As you wish, sir," the pleasure boy said, and advanced on Derrick with that same vacant smile unwavering, quickly undoing Derrick's pants, pulling down his briefs, and pushing him back onto the bed.
"Whoa, hey, wait, I don't--ohhhhh..." Derrick began to protest, and then was immediately stopped when Lysander took his modest but stiffening member in his mouth and began bobbing up and down on it, swirling his tongue around the head and licking up and down the shaft, massaging the balls - Derrick had never had a blowjob before so he had no frame of reference, but this was an expert one, up there with the best. All he knew was that this was the most pleasure he'd ever felt. Derrick moaned and leaned back, clutching the sheets, his objections forgotten.
Lysander's own huge cock quickly grew rock hard from the pleasure and satisfaction of giving Derrick the blowjob, but he gave it no mind for now. If whoever he was serving wanted him to play with it or to cum then he would. He lived for giving pleasure to others, serving others, this is what he was made for. John had never given a blowjob or done anything with men, but Lysander's head was full of knowledge of sexual techniques and positions -- and little else. He didn't know how to read or write or think critically, or anything about life outside the park, or anything about anything other than sex, really. Why would he? He was a pleasure boy. Sex was his whole life, the purpose of his existence. He didn't need to be smart. He couldn't think about anything else other than the life of pleasure he knew or even conceive of wanting to, much less conceive of anything like modesty or inhibitions. He had no memories beyond an endless string of sexual encounters -- no trace of his old life as John, no hint that the guest he was servicing was once his son. And Derrick, of course, had no way to know or reason to think that the pleasure boy servicing him was once his father.
"Oh, oh, I'm--" Finally, with a cry, Derrick climaxed in the strongest orgasm he'd ever had and blew his load into Lysander's mouth. Lysander savored it, his favorite taste; he swallowed, reluctantly pulled himself off of Derrick, and looked back up at him with that same friendly, dull smile. Derrick looked back at him with a breathless grin. "That was amazing! I've never felt anything like--whoa!" Derrick looked down at his penis, now that it wasn't in Lysander's mouth, and saw that it was--bigger! Not quite the prodigious size of Lysander's, but it had definitely gained a few inches, and despite having just cum it was already getting hard again. "Did... did you do this?"
"Of course," Lysander smiled, "I can make any changes and improvements you would like to improve your pleasure." He didn't really think about his power of transformation, it was just a part of him that he took for granted, like an instinct. "How else would you like me to service you?"