Vicera , last name unknown. Well how would he? Abandoned from birth, a helpless orphan. And even if he did have a birth registry, he couldnt even read it due to his dyslexia. Growing up wasnt easy either. He often got into fights and brawls with older kids, bullies and people of northern central. He never had any credits and had to scrap by with anything he could find. Sometimes he would eat the leftovers thrown away by others before they were cleared off by the restaurant staff or before they would chase him away or beat him up. As he grew older he started to take jobs to scrap whatever little credits. Smuggling, hit jobs even porn. he was great at all he did, had great eyes for shooting hit targets, quick getting around great for smuggling and all that hard work gave him an amazingly beautiful body. Lean but big muscles, paired with his natural good looks he drew the attention of those who viewed him stuffing his thick package into women and twinks screaming and moaning even from the first thrust. His fans called him their Angel fantasizing him breeding them to pregnancy with his sexy muscles and gorgeous cock and low hanging hefty balls, leaving a gaping hole and a creamy manly mess of baby spunk. But desperation to do anything for credits has its dark pass, one that catches up to you one way... or another. One day he was offered a job to shoot some scenes, but this was for light torture, he would be bound received some stimulation, light whipping and all he had to do was shoot his baby making seed without touching himself and the pay triple what they normally gave him. It was an offer he couldn't refuse. If only he knew that this was going to be the last time in his life, he could shoot his cum.