Julian struggled against the two creatures on either side of him, but both were equally powerful. With each squirm all he managed to do was loosen his own clothes as they pulled them off him, until he was left entirely naked. The nymphs giggled. "He's already erect, I think he likes us." Julian looked in between his legs at his little friend and blushed. A Saytr placed a hairy palm on Julians shoulder and laughed “Oh it’ll look so spectacular once we’re though with you!”
Julian blushed, shuffling uneasily on the soft earth as one of the hairy Saytr slid next to him and a nymph crawled towards him. He became very aware, next to the sturdy satyrs, and the athletic male nymphs and their flawless female equivalents, that he was disappointing in his build.
Suddenly two mighty creatures stepped from the bushes. The nymph had already prepared to mount Julian, but sheepishly walked back. The first of the newcomers was tall, stepped souls in a pair of straw underpants. His green body was a mountain of thick muscle. His legs alone were double the girth of Julians. He sheepishly blushed as the green man, who was coated in thick, black hairs, smiled. He had a pair of heavy tusks between his lips. It was an orc!
The other was much the same, if not larger. A thick pelt of dark fur coated his thick body. His bullhead emanated authority, and power. He took a step forward with his hoofed, tree trunk like legs and laughed as Julian flinching. Julian knew this monster before him. It wad a Minotaur! All the Minotaur wore was a thin loincloth, which his scratched absentmindedly.
“Stand back forest spites. The lad will join me!” The orc hissed.
“No friend, he is mine!” The Minotaur snarled.
The two approached, almost starting a bit of friendly competition.