Walking down the hall, you see several rooms with glass windows allowing you to peak in. Other monsters working, each of them having that weird armband that you've also got. Your mind just accepting that any monster with that armband is your friend, and that any human with that weird logo is your master.
Passing a few rooms with bedding and a few others with rows and rows of boxes, you finally reach the end of the hall where a set of double doors stand. In front of them, a broad human with balding hair and brown stubble. He looks strong, just like an orc! AND he has that logo you love to obey!
"Ay mate, Wooow. You're a big guy ain't ya?"
He laughs and grabs a part of your arm. Giving it a squeeze as you flex, showing off as much of yourself as you can. You are strong, and you are proud of it!
"Think we've got a tribe of guards that'll look after you. Though you need a name... Karnk! How bout that?"
Karnk fits perfectly, you giving a grunt of approval and heading through the set of doors behind him. The hot sun greeting your green skin, dry air and dust getting you to momentarily cough as you look for the other orcs. Seeing other buildings around, and finally a group of orcs. One of which approaches you, by far the meanest and biggest looking of the group. Scarred face, a foot taller than even yourself. Packed with muscles ontop of his muscles. The brutes cock barely covered by his loincloth, peaks of it granted as it bobs up and down with his movements. Then the full dick shown as he starts to become aroused. 13 inches of meat resting against the bottom of his chest, your own cock just as hard by this point.
He stops only a few inches before you.
"Name?"
"Karnk!"
"Strong name. Varu. Chieftain. YOUR Chieftain."
"YES! CHIEFTAIN!"
You grin, watching as he grinds his dick against yours. A standard orc practice to welcome one to the tribe. The other tribesmates encircling you. Grinding themselves against your body as the researchers all back away and watch. Some getting out notepads, writing as they see Karnk hidden by the wave of brutes. Though the smell of orc spunk is clear, as is the deep groans and grunts of the entire group. You even hear some researchers talking between the feeling of hard meat against your strong skin.
"Stay clear, bud. Get that spunk on you and you'll be next in the tribe."
"Right, right."
Something about that makes you want to just spray your load on these researchers. More orcs are always good... but they're your masters. You can't. The bracelet tightening as you once more focus on the rest of the tribe. Coating your chieftains stomach with your cum, and showered by the rest of the tribe soon after. Reborn as a new orc, with the tribe going about their own ways and the chieftain looking you dead in the eye.
"We guards. Find intruders. Make new orcs. Intruders strong, bring to masters. Use for testing."
You grin, looking forward to your new duties. The man you were all forgotten, as now Karnk the orc stands with the tribe.