(Basic and simple, I'm to play a small little cub boy, maybe five or a bit younger, someone else is to play the malicious kidnappers. While it's not known outside of his family, the small boy holds a rather unique talent for CV, but he doesn't have the ability to control it. Having gotten ahold of some documents about his birth and early care, a either a small group of kidnappers or just one, tracks him down to capture him and use him to put on a show for them/make a video they can sell/get rid of a few debts or enemies. I'm tired, but I think you get the idea. I'm a poor little cubby forced to watch as his cock devours and grows uncontrollably. And yes, the ants are there to start it out, should be enough to get him up to the size to take a mouse, then eventually his beloved pet turtle and whatever you want to throw in. The more tramatic for him to see get sucked up by his cock the better<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>Here's his picture as well,<a class="postlink" href="https://aryion.com/modules.php?name=2&amp;g2_itemId=108195">click here for a sad cock voring cubby</a>.<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>)<br/><br/>Walking back home from the bus stop, toting a rather oversized backpack, he struggles to make his way home. Hidden away in the backpack are a couple of his show and tell items, a small ant farm full of black ants along with all of the supplies for his little pet box turtle that he carries in his arms, grinning away as he talks to it. "We did good today huh?" His little stubby tail wags about excitedly as he giggles. "Wonder what I can bring next.." Unbeknownst to the small dragon, ominous foot steps draw closer and closer behind him. Almost reaching the corner before he gets home there's a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head, turning everything black... Waking up sometime later he finds himself, face first on the floor, lit with a single focused light directly above him to black out the rest of the room. His arms are kept tied tightly behind his back, while all he keeps of his clothing are his black speedo-like undies, designed to hold back tightly what could potentially become a something much more if given the chance. "Ughh... w-wha... w-where am I?... Mommy?... M-mommy?" He says as his works begin to break up, tears whelling in his eyes, looking around into the darkness around him for any sort of figure.