"Over there with the mythical ones." The big Boar pointed to their camp, and Ty eagerly made his way to their entrance. Once getting to the entrance, he was stop by a muscular green orc guard, who was very sweaty as his thick cock and balls dangle between those tree-trunk sized legs.
"Haha, another one for our horde." The orc grins at Ty, the teenage boy feeling slightly nervous with a smile back. "Go to the center of the camp with the rest. The sorting goblin will pick where you go."
"Yes sir!" Ty gave a salute to the orc, who was very amused by the gesture. He walks pass the green monster and walks to the center of the camp. He quickly gets behind a line of 12 men and women, youngest age being 8 and the oldest in their late 30's. At the front of the line was a goblin on a wooden platform overshadowing everyone. He had a scroll and a big pen in his hand, checking off which groups within their horde needed more men or women.
A woman at the front of the line was pointed to the minotaur area, and will soon be turn into one to be a breeding cow for the bulls. A young boy behind her was instructed to head for the satyr area to be turn into one. One by one the line gets shorter and shorter, till Ty was the only one left.
"State your name." The goblin demand in a scratchy voice, scratching his loincloth over his crotch.
"Ty, sir." Ty replies, the different smells of the camp hitting his nostrils to make him extremely aroused.
"Hmmm let me see.." The goblin looks down his list, taking a few minutes before picking the group for Ty to join.