Atom Bomb Baby

by nerd-noodles

Confessor Cromwell, head of the Church of Atom in Megaton, experiments with new ways to show his devotion to the one he worships, the Atom. (Note: I'm unsure as to whether or not I'll continue this, so I'm leaving it as In-Progress).

It was a regular day in the town of Megaton: people were walking in and out of town, staying at the inn, things like that. However, something was amiss in the town; head of the Church of Atom, Confessor Cromwell, was not preaching to the bomb that sits in the center of the town. Instead… he was practicing his moves on it.

At first no one really noticed, they just went to where they were headed without glancing at Cromwell. The first to notice was Lucas Simms, but as long as Cromwell wasn't disturbing the citizens, he could do as he pleased.

While the ones who did notice were not enjoying the sight they were seeing, Cromwell sure was. He had received a vision from Atom telling him that he needed to "become one" with the bomb, if he was truly dedicated to the Church of Atom, regardless of the consequences. Of course, he happily obliged, and early in the morning, he stripped himself of his clothing, found an orifice big enough to fit his MASSIVE DONG into, and went straight to business.

Cromwell sensually stroked the hard, metal sheath of the bomb while he thrusted his hamstick into the bomb. "Oooh yeahhhh" he moaned with pleasure. He was certain that the bomb would reciprocate those feelings, if it could feel, and if it was alive. Cromwell didn't care. All he cared about was his devotion to Atom and how he could show that.

And boy he sure was showing his devotion as he rapidly shoved his battering ram into the bomb, getting cuts and scrapes all over his dick. He didn't care. To him, the pain felt good as long as it was for our creator, the Atom.

The people watching him grew over time. He had spent far too long fucking the massive bomb, and he needed to finish, or else the injuries to his schlong would be too much to fix. As he continued with his work, he tried his best to let it out.

Eventually, he did finish, and when he did, he exploded like the bombs did during the war, filling the area with radiation, not only from the explosion, but from his semen as well. Relief swept Cromwell as he tried to pull his mangled tallywhacker out of the bomb. He was done pleasuring the one he worshipped and dedicated his life to.

However, before he could put his clothes back on, his irradiated man juice somehow managed to activate the bomb again, causing it to explode and obliterate the town.

This time, he really blew his load.