Chapter 0 - Prologue: To Cuckoldry and Beyond!

Cuck, cuckold, beta male. Simply put, a man who gets off watching his girl get fucked by a stud. It was a topic which Krillin didn’t even know existed until recently.


What started his descent into cuckoldry was a desire. A desire to reignite his sex drive. It was strange. In all his years before marrying 18, the love of his life, he had an enormous sex drive. He could masturbate for hours upon end and still be down for more. Yet upon marrying Android 18 and conceiving a child with her, he found his sexual desires come to a depressing halt.


He thought nothing of it at first. Merely thinking that it was just a bad day. Slowly but surely, however, he found himself with less and less erections until he couldn’t even manage one. He had a bombshell of a wife, but his dick couldn’t get hard.


So he searched. For years he searched for a cure. He started searching for kinks. Anal, cosplay, swinging, and finally cuckoldry. His initial feelings on the kink was disgust. In the corner of his mind, however, there was a morbid twisted fascination. It stayed there. Eating away at him like a parasite. It ate and ate and grew until he could ignore it no more. This time, he found his twisted fascination overpower his disgust. He tried to reject the idea. There was no way that this would be the cure to his erectile dysfunction. Lo and behold, mere minutes into the first video he felt a familiar hardness between his legs that he hadn’t felt since he impregnated 18. In morbid disgust he masturbated to the video and only climaxed when he imagined watching 18 get fucked in front of him.


He spent that day masturbating furiously to cuckold porn. It was as if he suddenly regained all the lust that had disappeared in the past few years and it was overwhelming. In spite of masturbating all day, he found he had barely sated his desires.


Once again, Krillin tried to reject the simple truth. He tried to figure out another way. The day right after, he tried having intercourse with 18, hopeful that his disease was fixed. He and 18 were met with dismal results, merely hurting 18’s confidence in herself as a woman. 


When he saw the hurt in her eyes, he knew he had to accept reality. He was a cuck and needed to see 18 fucked by a stud. He WANTED to see her moan and scream in pleasure as a bull gave her the dicking she deserved. Accepting his desires, he only needed to find his stud.


It couldn’t be some random schmuck. He knew how these situations could play out. There were many cases where the other partner would leave the cuck. He didn’t want that. He wanted to continue to watch in the background even if Android 18 no longer loved him. He wanted an indefinite front row seat to the lovemaking. That was why it had to be someone from the Z fighters and he knew exactly how to find his stud.


His birthday was coming up and he’d invite the gang to the hot springs. There, he’d be able to find the right man to fuck his wife.

“Hey there Vegeta! Whatcha doing?”


“Back off dwarf! I wouldn’t even be here if not for that nagging blue haired woman. Just because I’m not killing you doesn’t mean I can’t.”


“Yeesh. Alright, alright Mr. Angry Pants.” Krillin casually moved away from the angry Saiyan and was instantly onto the next Z Fighter.


“Tien! How do you like the hot springs? Hopefully not too shabby huh?”


Tien gave him a smile. “It’s quite good. I’m enjoying myself quite a bit. You know Krillin, Chiaotzu and I have a hot spring back at our place. It’s a lot smaller, but it was always a joy to sink into it after a long training session.”


“Yeah, yeah. Sounds great!” He nodded along, barely focusing on the conversation.


“So how have you been? I haven’t had–Uh, Krillin? Why are you looking at my dick?”


“A-ah! Ahaahaha. Am I? Are you sure it’s not you looking at my dick?”


Tien looked him in the eyes, deadpan. “I have 3 eyes Krillin. And I’d much rather enjoy the scenery as opposed to your dick.”


Krillin merely continued to laugh. “Well, I whole-heartedly agree with that sentiment. Great talking. Hope you continue to enjoy yourself. Bye.”


Tien felt a bead of sweat drip down his bald head. Krillin had started up a conversation with Yamcha and Krillin had his eyes completely focused on Yamcha’s nether region. It seemed he hadn’t been imagining things. Krillin wasn’t gay, was he? The man had a whole family, wife and kid.

It had been a grueling session. All of his friends surely thought he was weird now. He had spent their entire hot spring session looking at their nethers so he could understand their thoughts. But it was for a noble cause or as noble as satisfying his fetishes could be. Speaking of, the results were disappointing to say the least.


He had the highest hopes for Vegeta. In fact, there was no greater stud. No one was as aggressive and possessive as the Prince of all Saiyans. He had salivated at the thought of it. Knowing Vegeta, he would make sure Krillin knew his place as an inferior male.


Yet the man was the least impressive. He had the smallest penis among the Z Fighters. It was the size of his thumb! How he impregnated and managed to keep Bulma with that size was surely the mystery of the century.


Next was Tien. Tien was average. For a man with three eyeballs, he was strangely the most average among the Z Fighters. His dick was just as average as his place among the Z Fighters. He wasn’t the worst, but hardly great.


Yamcha. Yamcha was a surprising find. He had an above average size. It was surprising because Yamcha. The man had fallen so far from his beginnings as a dashing desert bandit that Krillin really had no expectations. That said, Krillin just could not imagine Android 18 submitting to the man. She would eat him alive.o


Last but definitely not least, Gohan. If there was one thing Krillin could say definitively about Gohan, it was dependable. Even if the rest of the Z Fighters turned out to be duds instead of studs, he felt he could trust Gohan to be a stud.


Sadly, this was proven false. Gohan’s size was as pitiable as Vegeta’s if only slightly bigger.


He sighed. If only Goku were here. But based on current observations, it seemed that in exchange for their great fighting prowess, Saiyan’s had greatly sacrificed their stud potential. So perhaps Goku would only be yet another disappointment. It seemed he would have to settle for Yamcha or take the risk of some random big dick schmoe.


Well, now that he thought about it. There was still one more. Roshi. Still, the old master was just that. Old. Instantly, however, Krillin remembered the old man’s pervertedness barely changed over the decades Krillin knew Roshi. Perhaps. There might still be light in this darkness Krillin found himself in.


“Trunks. Your mom made my penis turn weird. It’s all hard and big now.”


“Really? Let me see it, Goten. Wow! It really is weird. Why is it so big? What did my mom do to make your penis like that?”


Hearing the chatter of Trunks and Goten, Krillin felt a sweat drip down his head. Kids really grow up quickly these days. That said, he was interested. Was Goten really that big? Or was it only big by kid standards.


He unashamedly peeked at the boys and his eyes nearly popped out. Angrily bouncing up and down between Goten’s leg was a monster cock. That was the best way to describe it. It would fit perfectly between the legs of a monster, yet here it was on a child merely 1X years old. And right underneath was a full, heavy sack of seed. That cock was ready to breed women.


Krillin could imagine it now. Android heaving with pleasure as that cock tore through her. She’d be ruined for anyone but Goten. She would never be able to enjoy his tiny pecker again after tasting Goten. Just like that, he was the hardest he ever was. He wanted to curse his fate of only getting off on seeing a stud breed his wife, but at the same time that sick demented pleasure was oh so intoxicating.


He dashed off to his room in the inn. He couldn’t get the image out of his head at all. The image of Goten slamming his cock into 18. He slid into his futon, safe within its cover he began jerking off. He squeezed his cock hard as he roughly moved his hand up and down. It was a rough session, but hardly compared to the images within his mind. Oh how he wanted to see Android 18 covered in Goten’s cum. Thin watery cum dripped down into the sheets and his hand, allowing him to repeat his up and down movements even faster and rougher. His cock barely lost its rigidity despite cumming.


He found his stud. Now he only needed to find a way to get Android 18 and Goten to sleep together.

It seemed he would not need to work hard at all to achieve his twisted desires. At least from Goten’s end. For the rest of the day, he kept an eye on Goten, trying to understand how best to cultivate the boy’s latent stud potential. The boy was a bull meant to breed women. Of that Krillin knew.


His efforts were not in vain as he quickly realized something about the young Saiyan. The boy was insanely perverted. Although he ran around with Trunks laughing and playing like a child, the boy’s eyes were constantly fixated on the female form whenever possible. There was a desire behind those eyes that Goten himself had not realized. Krillin nearly wanted to laugh. The kid was a natural. He had the cock and the desire to breed.


He had caught Goten eyeing up Bulma and Android 18. Hell, even Chi-Chi was not off limits for Goten.


Now, with that settled there was only one problem. His wife. Android 18. It seemed he was not the only person to notice Goten’s true nature. Where Bulma and Chi-Chi saw Goten’s gaze as an innocent child’s, 18 noticed the desires that were barely hidden behind the child-like innocence. Perhaps it was from years of dealing with Roshi’s tendencies that allowed her to notice Goten’s perverted nature.


Regardless of the reason, he could feel 18’s disgust with Goten. This only fueled Krillin’s demented desires more. He desperately wished to see that disgust change into want and maybe even love.


Having firmly made his decision, Krillin walked to the Chi-Chi. “Heya Chi-Chi. What do you think about letting Goten come live at Roshi’s place with me and 18 for a bit?”


“WhaaAAAATTT? You want my baby Goten to come live with you. Why?” 


Why Goku tolerated Chi-Chi for as long as he did, Krilling would never know. She couldn’t go a second without screaming her head off. “It’s only for a month or two. C’mon, Goku trained with Roshi when he was a kid. I just want Goten to understand Goku, even if it is only copying what Goku did.” He smiled sinisterly inside. He nearly felt bad for using Goku and manipulating Chi-Chi like so, keyword nearly. Goku had become a near magic word with Chi-Chi as of late.


“I understand. But still no. I can’t imagine him living there.”


He frowned. Well, it would never be this easy he supposed. “Is there something wrong with me and my husband, Chi-Chi?” In a difficult time came help from an unexpected source. 18 had spoken up against Chi-Chi. He stared bewildered at his wife. 18, the lovely woman who lived together with him at Roshi’s place, smiled lovingly back.


“N-no! It’s not like that. I just-.”


“I understand your worries, but please. Krillin’s just as close to Goku as you were, if not more. Can’t you try to understand if he wants to spend some time with Goten.”


Krillin did feel bad this time. 18 was doing all this to help him because she thought he really wanted to spend time with Goten for that bogus reason. But he’d gladly take any help he got. He mentally apologized to 18, but he knew deep in the back of his mind he really wasn’t.


“Oooh.” Chi-Chi moaned in discomfort. She dearly loved Goten, but Krillin also had good intentions.


“Mom? What’s wrong?” Suddenly, the person himself showed up. Goten stared at his mom in confusion and worry.


“Nothing sweety, it’s just your Uncle Krillin wants you to spend some time with him. Do you want to go live with your Uncle Krillin for a while?”


Goten stared straight at him in wonder. Krillin warmly smiled back. He even gave a small wave. 


The brat barely gave him a response before instantly turning to 18. This time, his gaze was more focused as he practically ate up her appearance: bright blonde hair, ample breasts, thin waist, large ass. His blatant disrespect would have pissed Krillin off if Krillin was not so turned on. Once again, Krillin realized this was truly the stud to breed 18.


Android 18, however, was not as amused. He could feel her anger seeing Goten ignore her husband to perve on her. Not even Roshi was this disrespectful. Krillin simply slipped his hand into hers and squeezed it reassuringly.


“Well Goten?”


“Yeah! I want to live with Uncle Krillin!”


Chi-Chi sighed as she relented. “Oh alright. But if I so much as see a single hair on him harmed! I swear you will know the full wrath of Chi-Chi, daughter of the Ox King.”


Android 18 smiled. “Thank you Chi-Chi.” Chi-Chi smiled back before squatting down to tell Goten to be on his best behavior and so on. Taking this time, 18 gave Krillin a look. “Are you sure you want to do this?”


Krillin stared at her in surprise, guilt once again filling the small crevices of his mind not contaminated by lust. “Yes, 18. Thank you for helping me with this.” He turned to Chi-Chi and began thanking her profusely. “Thanks! Thanks! Thanks so much Chi-Chi!”


The woman only backed away at his enthusiasm. Neither woman nor Goten knew truly how grateful he was for this opportunity.


Within a week, Goten arrived on the sandy beach of Kame House.