Teddy by Sockboy

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Teddy was gorgeous, not many would deny that. He was of average build, a complexion that was fairly pale, but an adornment of hair that was what got him his name.

You see, his real name wasn't Theodore, as you might expect. But as long as anyone could remember, he was nicknamed Ted, Teddy, or Tedster. This was solely based on his looks.

Teddy had this mop of golden brown curls on his head, although they weren't really long, just long enough to curl a little naturally, perhaps a quarter inch. It blended seamlessly with his beard of the same golden brown color, and equally curly which was the same length of his hair. It was beautifully thick, and despite the softness of his hair, his curls never seemed to move out of place.

Oh how he looked like a teddy bear though! It was freaky, people who had just met him and hadn't been introduced would even refer to him as 'that teddy bear lookin guy'.

I think Ted used to play this up a bit as well. He secretly LOVED being called Tedster and stuff like that so he almost always wore the same type of clothes. Brown/khaki pants or corduroy, a nice fuzzy brown or maybe blue (always flannel) button up shirt over his t-shirt, and of course a tan color pair of Timberlands or Lugs, as he loved how chunky they looked on his teddy bear paws.

Of course inside of Ted's boots were white socks that were so thick that anytime he took his boots off at someone's place they would always question why the heck his socks were so thick; after all, not many dudes wear white socks anymore, especially super thick ones. His excuse was that it was to keep his boots from chafing his feet, which seemed to satisfy most who inquired, and it even added to his plushy teddy look so it wasnt questioned too often. Though he himself knew it was because he loved the feeling of all that white cotton between his toes as he flexed them randomly throughout the day.

He had to be careful where he did that however, cause it always made him obviously chub up and leave a telltale mark on his brown khakis.

I have to mention again, about his face. It's so important to visualize this golden brown mop and beard, like his head was perfectly wrapped in a manufactured teddy mask like a curly lions mane, it looked so flawless. It was as if you were looking through some teddy bear filter on your phone or something.

So, on a fateful day, that happened to be Ted's birthday, Ted joined his buds and a bunch of acquaintances at a party in one of their garages at their house, a pretty regular occurance.

When Ted pulled up, there were already a bunch of cars and more people there on foot, as Ted liked to be fashionably late. He took a quick look at himself in the side mirror, grinned, and stopped himself just before getting out. He reached into the back of his car, grabbed a bag and took a clean pair or his overly thick white socks out, slipped off his Timberlands, and swapped out his socks.

The ones he was wearing were not dirty at all, but Ted loved being box fresh whenever possible. He put his Timberlands back on and the thick cotton bunched up around his feet and toes and the feeling excited him so much he had to think of something else immediately. The last thing he needed was to go inside with an embarrassing wet spot on his favorite brown khakis.

Teddy composed himself and got up and went inside. As soon as he entered he could see there were about 20 people there, some he knew, some he didn't.

'Hey it's the Tedster!' One of them hollered out. 'Hey Tedster, get over here!' Shouted another. 'For he's a jolly good fellow....' Everyone was clearly getting well drunk by this time.

Ted walked over to the table while a bunch of the guys shook his hand, patted his back, wished him Happy Birthday, and handed him a beer. Ted was offered a seat at the head of the table, and everyone enjoyed themselves. Ted was having a great time!

Now, the boys had planned a small prank on Ted. They were just gonna mash a slice of cake the girls had baked for him into his face, but it didn't really go as planned. Joey, Teddy's best friend, took a nice big piece as everyone (except Teddy) grinned at each other, anticipating the cake being pushed into Ted's gorgeous face.

Seconds before Joey could do the deed, an increasingly drunken Byron grabbed the oil can from the work bench and stumbled up to Teddy's birthday throne. 'What the F are you doing with that Byron, F off you drunk idiot!'

With that, Byron nudged down Ted's fly just enough to get the oil nozzle inside Ted's pants, and vigorously worked the nozzle with his thumb. Teddy quickly resisted, but Byron was like a bull, and charged Ted's chair into the wall and held him there with his massive chest. He proceeded to empty the can, each pump squirting another greasy load of oil right into Ted's underwear.

Ted was enraged, mortified, embarrassed, humiliated, and strangely erect. 'What's going on?' one of the guests who returned from outside to relieve himself asked.

'Looks like the Tedster got his nuts greased' replied another. The room erupted in laughter, except for Teddy, who couldn't contain his rage.

Ted's crotch was completely soaked with the oil. His favorite brown khakis were dark as night where the grease had soaked through. As he surveyed the damage, he noticed a couple of oil spots on his Timberlands.

'You IDIOT!', he screamed at Byron. That's oil on my Timbs! You can't get that out! They're ruined!'

'Oh I'm an idiot am I?', slurred the drunken bully. 'Well if they're ruined I guess you won't be needing them will you?' With that, Byron held Teddy's legs tightly one at a time and plucked his boots off. He opened the door to the woodstove which had a good fire going, and stuffed proud Teddy's boots inside, and shut the door.

Teddy could just sit there in disbelief, now feeling the crusty garge floor under his big, pure white socks.

Teddy's rage boiled over. He wanted to humiliate everyone as much as he had been. He started hurling insults at everyone. 'F you Byron you idiot!', 'Screw you Joey how could you let this happen, we're supposed to be buds!'

This one's a bitch, that one's fat, another is ugly, it didn't matter, he just wanted to hurt as many as much as he could.

It took seconds for each guest to comprehend their individual insults, and decide it wouldn't be accepted. A couple of guys grabbed a set of ratchet straps that were hung on the wall, and the 3 biggest guys grabbed Ted and held him into his greasy chair while the others used the straps to ensure he couldn't move a muscle.

'What are you gonna do now Tedster? You're too teddy looking for a grown ass man anyway. I should have you totally de-fuzzed!

Ted's heart pounded out of his chest. 'De-fuzzed? The Tedster? Hell Noo!'

The panic in Ted's eyes was apparent. After being so insulted by him, everyone got on board. Loud chanting erupted from the garage.

'De-fuzz the bear!'
'De-fuzz the bear!'
'DE-FUZZ THE BEAR!'

'We need something to shave him bald with, find a shaver or something! Cream and razors too, this is gonna be done right!'

Ted was freaking. These words were hitting him like bullets. Forced baldness in front of all these people would be his worst nightmare.

Andrew, who lived at the house, said 'my sister runs a hair salon down in the basement, she has stuff for sure!'

He ran off excited as Ted squirmed in his seat, and quickly returned. 'She's really busy and said all her equipment is being used for the rest of the day. But I found this bucket outside her office, says depilatory cream, that's hair remover isn't it?'

One of the girls there acknowledged that it is, and within an instant the lid was popped off the gallon bucket and the the guys who had no shame about what they were doing dug their hands in an scooped out the noxious slop.

As they approached Ted, he began begging and bawling, tears streaming down, while he apologized to everyone for what he had said. He was ignored. The assault began as Byron dropped a huge dollop of the cream on Ted's head. He started to rub it in, while Ted pleaded. 'Please Byron, I'm sorry I called you an idiot, please don't bald my heaaaad!'

Ignoring his pleas, and realizing there was enough to bald 10 or more heads in that bucket, he began scooping it out and slapping it on. Joey, who was Teddy's best bud and had been insulted earlier as well, filled both of his hands with it, and coated Ted's beard, as with him always being jealous of not being able to grow one as nice, it gave him a thrill.

'Joey what are you doing, pleeeease', Ted screeched. Andrew took a handful and said 'for good measure hahaha' as he carefully but generously coated Ted's gorgeous eyebrows with it.

Ted couldn't do anything except keep crying and writhe and twist in the chair as much as possible, making his best white socks rub into the dirty blackened floor.

Every hair on Teddy's head was now completely covered. An obviously overdone amount as well. He looked like he'd been hit with a dozen cream pies.

'It's burning! Get it off' Ted cried out. The guys just thought he was trying to escape, until someone notice what looked like a small amount of steam rising off his head.

Just then, a large section of what couldn't be called hair, but more of a dark brown sludge dropped off the top of his head, and onto his greasy lap. Then another, then most of his beard. All of it falling off without being pulled, leaving large pinkish white spots with no indication there was ever a strand of hair on them.

Byron took an old rag and swiped it once, aggressively over Teddy's head making sure to get every part the cream was applied to. The room was filled with varying sounds. Load gasps, laughing by some of the guys, the couple girls started crying, but no one cried like Teddy. Andrew pulled out an old mirror that was being stored in the garage, and placed it in front of Ted, who was horrified at the sight of himself.

Drunk Byron was laughing his ass off. Andrew was shocked as he always thought Ted was so handsome. 'Hey Ted your head ain't even the shape I thought it was, you look like a real pin head!'

Drunk Byron got in Ted's face and taunted him.

'Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
So Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy was he'

He laughed and laughed at his own joke, he thought it was so funny.

Teddy's screams were overpowering, and Andrew's sister burst into the garage, to ask what's going on. 'I'm at work, I have clients, what's go-' she stopped mid sentence as she saw Ted and the near empty bucket of depilatory.

'Andrew!' She screamed. 'This is not to be used, it was for my salon!'. 'Don't worry, Andrew tried to reassure her, I'll pay you back.

'NO, YOU DONT UNDERSTAND', she yelped.

She went to her phones email and passed it to Andrew, which he read aloud to the group, who could be heard now as Byron had to duct tape teddy's mouth when Andrew's sister entered.

Andrew couldn't believe what he was reading.

RECALL NOTICE

"Valued Zair depilatory customer. We are incredibly disappointed with a recent mistake in our facilities.

The recent gallon sized hair remover we sent to you was mislabeled, as it is from our research department which is working on a once use, PERMANENT depilatory cream, which is not ready for sale although it works very well. We still have to make adjustments as there can be some burning and redness after use. We apologize and will be sending a courier to pick up the one we sent. We will be sending a correctly labeled traditional depilatory and will be crediting your account for the cost.

Our sincere apologies,

The Zair team.

Everyone's jaws dropped, except Ted's, which was taped up.

Byron, suddenly feeling sheepish and guilt stricken, took the tape from Adam's mouth, who had passed out after the email was read.

Of the 10 people left at the party, all gathered around to see Teddy. His once rounded looking head was pink and came to a slight point, not a good head shape for baldness. His once strong looking chin now made it obvious he groomed his beard to make his face look as full as possible. His browless closed eyes looking as if there were no eyes at all.

Teddy had been completely de-fuzzed. Byron went to his car, got his Tattoo equipment, and blacked out the 'teddy' tattoo that was on Ted's forearm, and gave him another one, which was 10 times the size. 'BALDY'.

Ted woke up and saw himself in the mirror again and immediately started bawling. He looked down and saw his new tattoo. I don't think any man ever cried as much as Baldy that day.

Byron tried to joke a little, and also taunt a bit, and lifted Baldy's feet toward the mirror to reveal perfectly formed black footprints on the bottoms of his white cotton paws from trying to get away. 'Hey look Baldy, you're kinda like a teddy still, look at your little bear paw prints hahaha!

The screeching wouldn't stop. They had to tape his mouth again. The only thing they knew to do was put the guy in the back of a pickup and get him home. He couldn't be put in a car, his pants were greased so bad.

He was lifted into the pan and brought home, they got his keys out of his pocket and got him into his apartment.

Baldy took the tape off his own mouth this time, but said nothing. Just streamed tears that seemed to go on forever.

Everyone said their goodbyes.

'Bye Baldy'
'Bye Baldy'
'Bye Baldy'
'Bye Baldy'
'Bye Baldy'
'Bye Baldy'
'Bye Baldy'
'Bye Baldy'
'Bye Baldy'
'Bye Baldy'

And they shut the door behind them.

The end

Ok guys just wanted to mention that yes, I obviously got a HUGE thing for thick white socks, and it's incorporated into my stories here. It's actually more important than forced headshaves to me, but I love that too. I realize it's not your thing, (but if it is please say so!) I put those parts in there for me. When I read a punishment story in here I always imagine the victim is white socked so I just wanted to write something I hope you enjoy, and I also want to enjoy to the fullest.

I LOVE READING COMMENTS, SERIOUSLY LEAVE A COMMENT PLEASE

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