Death Sentence part 1 by Sockboy

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Davey was generally a pretty good guy. He made stupid mistakes sometimes, like us all. But he managed to always come out ahead, after all he found comfort in his hair, which he adored. It was medium brown, and he had it styled into that curly mop on top but cut short on the sides and the back which you see often on young guys nowadays who haven't experienced the ravages of MPB yet. Although his hair was naturally straight, he was so envious of the look that he had his hair permed before his weekly side and back trim.

The only thing he adored more than his 'pretty boy hair',as people called it (he didn't care if it was meant as an insult or not, he just loved the attention), was his whiter than white, thicker than thick, cotton socks. He loved that no one else had socks like his, he had to wear shoes a size too big cause they were so thick and soft. He LOVED flexing his toes in them while checking himself out, he found himself constantly hard in inappropriate moments. You could say this amounted to a fetish for him, while his hair and neatly trimmed scruff -not really a beard (was more of a vain obsession.

One day while hanging out with a group of acquaintances, one of the more aggressive of the dudes called him out on it. 'Hey Sockboy' he taunted. Davey was a bit spooked, but incredibly excited about getting attention from someone jealous of his socks. He nodded affirmatively, to admit that is his name. No less than 3 guys approached him, held his arms behind his back, while they removed his new Jordan sneakers. Davey only wore his sneakers for a month or so before tossing them, because he so loved how white and clean his socks were when he slipped his kicks off.

Davey tried so hard to keep his socks clean and white by staying on the dry grass,but the bullies had other plans.they taunted and threatened him, calling him sockboy while pushing him closer and closer to a thick sticky mire of mud. Davey was no match for the 3 bullies, and was flung toward the muck pile. The bullies relished in watching Daveys massively thick white socks sink ankle deep into the tarry mess, only encouraged by the tears that formed in Daveys eyes. 'My white socks!' He cried, as he stepped out of the mire only to reveal the damage done. It was like it was the most important thing in the world to him. This so encouraged the bullies that they began verbal insults to hurt him more. 'Aww white sock boy what now','hey white socks boy it's not so bad, you could dye them black and be black sock boy hahaha,'hey sockboy could I have those, I need some rags for the garage' hahah, and it continued.

He couldn't stand any more humiliation and to cry in front of the bullies any longer, and HAD to go home to change into some fresh whites, and fixate on his masterpiece of hair he had created to comfort himself.

He quickly got in his car and sped off to forget this whole mess and reassure himself by flexing his toes in his fresh fat white socks which he 'sort off'jokingly refered to as his pillows, but he actually kinda meant it too.

I apologize at this point for the focus on Daveys socks, but it is an integral part of the story line and with the read. It with it, I promise. If there is by chance someone that loves thick white socks and punishment balding you and I will forever enjoy eternal tantric orgasm if we meet. Haha. Anyway, here is the part you have been waiting for.

A few blocks from Daveys house, as he was speeding away from his torment, he was pulled over. Now this wouldn't normally be a huge deal, but Davey and his so called buds were enjoying a few beers when things went south. 'Where are you going in such a hurry' the officer asked. He was the typical butch, aggressive, white, shaved to the skull bald prick cop. 'I'm going home', Davey retorted impolitlety, still roused by having his socks mudded and shoes stolen.'have you had anything to drink today young man'?

Davey, having forgotten about the beers from the personal trauma he suffered, was about to say no, but, said 'yeah, a few', but it was hours ago. Step out of the car, young man, I need you to do a field sobriety test. Davey couldn't believe his luck, or lack of it. How could this day get any worse, he thought.

As the cop was instructing Davey how to perform the test, he couldn't help but notice Davey has no shoes and muddied white socks like he had never seen before. 'Nice socks' the cop chuckled, talking pleasure in Daveys misfortune. This set Davey off. He refused to do any sobriety tests, 'I love my white socks bro you're just jealous of me you bald prick, you look like a thumb! You F*GGOT (even though Davey himself liked dudes, he tried to insult the cop as much as possible because he was hurting so much.

Davey was promptly arrested for refusing an order and refusing arrest, a pretty serious charge. He spent the night in the lockup thinking 'how could this have happened. How could I have made this so much worse?'

Davey was released the next day and given a court date for sentencing about a month away. He feared he was going to lose his license, get probation, even a stint in jail, fines, etc. He spent the next month researching cases online trying to ease his anxiety but he was afraid of losing his license, getting a record, he was a good boy after all, he just f***ed up. Days before the sentencing he finally relaxed, and resigned himself to the fact that he would probably lose his license for a while, pay some fines, community service. This was bad enough, he was lost without his car. He calmed himself by admiring his hair and flexing his pillow thick white socked toes in the mirror, which made him shoot a few times every day.

THE SENTENCING

Davey showed up to court, looking as presentable as a young man could, and felt a sense of relief that this part of his nightmare was almost over. All the worst case scenarios he went over wouldn't matter.

But as he entered the courtroom, a sense of foreboding came over him. The judge, a middle aged man, young looking for a judge, but with a short, severely receded hairline looked sternly at Davey with a gaze that frightened him to his core. The proceedings started immediately. 'Davey Whitesocks' and I can't believe you would let an obsession so ridiculous cause you to to legally change your name, but I digress.' 'I have seen young men like you before this court again and again, never learning their lesson. Therefore, the court will not suspend your license. Daveys heart was doing somersaults with joy. The court will not impose any jail time, or fine you, you will not be administered house arrest or probation, community service, or probation.' Davey couldn't believe it. That was it, right, that was all the things that he had feared and he was just reassured he would escape all of it. The judge must have taken pity on him for being assaulted, and was lenient with him. He was ecstatic!

'In my 20 years as a judge. I feel I have failed. Sentencing young men to the standard punishments, only to see them back on the street and before my bench again. Well, no more. From this case on, I will administer brutally ironic punishments, perfectly tailored to the convict. I assure you I am well within the confines of the law here.

Daveys demeanor changed from relief to actual fight or flight fear. His toes twitched in this massively thick cotton socks, he played with his hair, but it brought him no comfort.

'Davey Whitesocks, we have made painstaking efforts to interview your friends, enemies, acquaintances, family, to tailor your punishment.

Mr. Whitesocks, I hearby sentence you to be administered permanent hair removal on your entire face and scalp, including your eyebrows. You be forced to watch these procedures being performed on you as you are to be restrained. It is generally accepted that this entire process takes 10 monthy sessions, so you will surely be rendered completely and permanently bald within a year. You are to wear your white socks, and the act of flexing your toes in front of the mirror will now become a symbol of your permanent irreversible baldness. I can think of no better person to administer this punishment to you that the fine officer who you insulted for being bald. Do you agree officer Madden? Davey was paralyzed in disbelief and fear. He was waiting for this to be revealed as a sick joke or a way of teaching him a lesson. But he was restrained by the bailiff, brought to a waiting area, as he observed Officer Maddens croch had gotten so engorged from arousal it looked like he pissed himself.

In this office like room where Davey was cuffed, a couple of court officers, entered, and said a few words, 'Mr Whitesocks your sentence has been ordered and you understand the terms, correct?

Davey couldn't talk, he was in disbelief, terrified and eeked out a yes that could have been confused buy a mouse squeaking.

The sentencing is all outlined here, your first laser balding procedure is to take place one month from today. Davey didn't know if he should feel relief from this or not, it would not begin for a month, but that could only help if he fled the country. THIS CANT HAPPEN he thought. You are to report to Officer Maddens precinct at the agreed upon time for your forced total permanent balding procedure. It was obvious that they were relishing in his torment. They could just say 'appointment' or procedudure' but they kept saying 'forced total permanent balding procedure. It was working,as Davey was hysterical while they described it. They kept adding words too, cause they they could see how it was distressing him. They would say, 'irreversible Mr Whitesocks' you are going to be permanently balded, they got him good when they said, you will never be able to get a hair transplant, because there will be no donor hair' you are truly bald for life.

Davey was screeching. He couldn't handle it. He pleaded with the guards, he begged to talk to the judge, but no one cared. Mr. whitesocks, you are to wear your favored white socks to each baldening session. Any breach of these conditions will result in a warrant for your arrest. He was released from his cuffs and told 'you are free to go' Officer Madden took one last look at Davey as he solemnly left the office and fell to his knees and let out a guttural scream totally uncharacteristic of his exaggerated manly demeanor, and thrust his strong body against the carpeted floor, convulsing and drooling at the mouth, everyone had known what had happened. The pleasure of what he was chosen to do had became too much to hold and had exploded in ecstasy by seeing Daveys devastated reaction and knowing he would be performing the horrid act once a month for at least the next 10 months.

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