Death Sentence part 3 by Sockboy

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Davey's screams weakened into labored raspy breaths. He jumped out of bed still fully erect and started talking aloud to himself. 'This isn't happening! I won't let this f***ing s**t happen! I can't let them bald me WHAT THE F***?! 'OH MY GOD', he shouted 'they are gonna try to make me permanently bald! My hair, and my scruffy face and eyebrows', he shrieked in terror.

Davey stripped off his clothes and ran into the shower and frantically cleaned himself up, as if he could wash away every part of yesterday's filth, including his court ordered destruction.

He threw on the first clean pair of denims he could see, a t-shirt, and of course, a fresh pair of his favorite white socks. Despite the looming reality that had been decided for him, Davey couldn't resist sitting back on his bed to lust over his own fat cotton soles in his mirror. Davey couldn't resist stroking himself as he flexed his toes in his socks and could see them bunching up on the soles as the soft cotton caressed his feet. Again almost blowing, he jumped back up in a panic realizing he had to do something and fast.

'OK, I have a month', he thought. I have a month to get the f*** out of here and they can never find me'. 'There's no way I'm letting that bald prick goon permabald me in my white socks! Oh my God no no no no no no this IS NOT HAPPENING!'. Davey flung a few changes of clothes into his car without packing them, a few must have items, and of course loads of fresh white socks. 'F*** everything else I'll buy what I need, I gotta get out of here!'.

Davey fully intended to never return to his apartment, the town, or country. It must be understood, that this punishment would be life changing, devastating for many. But there is truly no one on the earth who would be nearly as humiliated as Davey if this were to happen. His sensitive private personality, longtime fear of even mild hairloss, the fact that this was being done as punishment for his actions that he could have avoided, that his undoing would happen while seeing his whities in the mirror, which normally brought him so much joy, his insecurities, pride, this truly was so perfectly tailored to ruin Davey, only he could feel such torment from this. The word 'humiliation' sounds so powerful, yet this doesn't come close to what this sinister plan would do to this guy. This was 'quantum humiliation', so humiliating that no one on earth but Davey had the capacity to even feel it. Truly hell on earth for him.

Davey didn't lock or even close the front door to his apartment. 'I'm never coming back' he was crying again as he peeled his tires in the driveway and sped off. He had no idea where he was going. But he wasn't sticking around to go through rounds of torment by being forever stripped of all his hair, and ability to grow it by that grinning bald cop.

'I have to get to the airport' he again said audibly, talking to himself for some sense of comfort and reassurance. Paying no attention or taking precautions while driving, it's a miracle he didn't cause an accident as he sped towards his escape. 'I'll have to buy some luggage here to put my stuff in' he said as he pulled into a parking spot at the airport where he planned to forever abandon his car. Desperate measures had to be taken. There were no other times imaginable that could be this desperate to Davey. Just as he shut the car off, red and blue lights appeared in his rear view, and a piercing siren accompanied it which instilled fear and triggered trauma from Daveys arrest.

As the officer approached the drivers window, ge bellowed 'STEP OUT OF THE CAR WITH YOUR HANDS UP' in a tone so commanding that Davey knew not to resist. He obeyed and stepped out, coming almost nose to nose with none other than Officer Madden. 'Well, look what we have here. You look awfully familiar, sonny', Officer Madden said in a condescending tone. 'Mr. WHITE SOCKS, isn't it', as he laughed about it. 'I'd recognize that beautyful head of hair anywhere HAHAHA!'

Officer Madden grabbed Davey by the shoulder and pushed him to the ground with his massive fist forcefully gripping the terrified young man. Davey was seated on the parking lot by force, his legs outstretched faxing the officer. Madden pulled off Davey' sneaker, revealing his fat white cotton clad feet.

'I was gonna demand your ID, but this is all I need young man'. No one else I know has socks like this'. Again, officer Madden laughed, loving that Davey was busted over his obsession for his own socks. So Mr. Whitesocks, looks to ke you were trying to flee your punishment. I'll have to take you in'. Davey was in complete terror as he had cuffed, thrown into Maddens squad car and brought to the police station.

To Davey'ssurprise however, Madden put Davets sneakers back on his socked feet before eve. Making him stand. 'I wouldn't let your socks get dirty Davey, I want you to be looking your best.' Davey's hope of some reprieve made him think for a moment that Madden wouldn't let him suffer the worst fate imaginable.

Davey was placed in an interrogation room when at the station, alone with his thoughts. He wasn't there long before Madden came back in, accompanied by the judge who ordered the ruining sentence. No words were exchanged. Madden cuffed Davey to the chair he was sitting in, and nodded to the judge, whose advanced MPB shone in the flourescent light of the room.

The judge approached the immobilized Davey, ran his fingers through the perfectly styled curls on top of his head, and just said 'this makes it all worth it'. Davey was freaking out at what this meant. The judge pulled out a poster sized printout and placed it on the table in front of the terrorized young man, so he could not avoid seeing it.

Davey was all to familiar with it. It was the Norwood chart! The exception was that this chart had hadwritten notes by each stage. From what Davey could see in his frantic evaluation, each month from his initial treatment, he would be advanced one level on this nightmare chart, his worst fear. Davey knew that his sentencing was not to start until a month from now, and still refused this fate in his own mind, as he knew he had to flee before it could happen.


'Begin the process, Officer Madden, the stern judge ordered'. Davey's eyes widened as he realized that his time to escape was foiled. He opened his mouth to protest but the commanding judge spoke up before he could speak. This is off the books, sure, but what are you going to do? Fight it in court? With your totally balded head? Haha! I can't wait! I would bubble over with joy seeing your bald pathetic head trying to pursue this! You crying in court to ruin my career would excited me so much, I actually want it to happen. The more you cry the more I will like it! Officer Madden, start the procedure!'

Set the machine at full power. Permanent baldness is guaranteed at first treatment with full power. I originally thought that a years worth of treatments over his entire head to nake him more and more thin all over would be best, but I want him to experience the ravages of male pattern baldness, every stage over this year because he intended to escape!' Dzvey was in absolute shock and terror. 'This can't be', he thought.

Officer madden wheeled the office chair that Davey was strapped to over to the desk, and placed a full length mirror at the end of it so that Davey had full view of himself. Madden placed daveys feet on the desk, pulled off his sneakers, went nose to nose with Davey, saying 'You're going bald, in your white socks, buddy'.

Tears started running down Davey's cheeks as his toes twitched in the cotton socks he chose to escape in hardly flexed due to their thickness. The feeling of the stiff yet soft cotton on his toes made him incredibly hard despite his peril. He couldn't remember the last time he let himself blow.

The judge reminded Davey of the customized Norwood chart in front of him. 'Davey, you will be totally bald within one year. Once we get to the end of the Norwood chart we will progress to removing the rest so you will not even have a horsesho like mine. You think that Officer madden here looks like a thumb, as you put it? He, at least, has eyebrows. You will not buy this time next year. ' Davey could see that today's date was written by the Norwood one picture. He thrust about in the chair in panic as Madden approached him with the clippers. There was no guard. Madden grabbed daveys head with one had as he abs the judge gleefully watched as a perfect Norwood one was carved into Davey's juvenile hairline. It was miniscule, by comparison to the hairline of Davey's peers, and most people probably wouldn't even notice it on Davey. But Davey would. AND Davey also knew that this was only the beginning.

Davey's distress only increased as the cop and judge gained more anx more enjoyment from this. 'Now, said the judge 'it's time to be creamed ad scraped!' It's as if the judge knew exactly what to say to give maximum torment to Davey. The words 'creamed and scraped' sent Davey to a sense of fear he never felt before. Officer Madden happily obliged, creaming and scraping a perfect Norwood one where the clippers had traced the outline. Officer Madden firmly grabbed Davey's white socked toes with his free hand as he adjusted his once perfect hairline. This sent Davey into ecstasy in perfect contrast to his balding terror. Another dude touching his white cotton socked toes drove him wild, his bone forced itself against his denims as his torment continued.

Once the fraction of an inch was scraped off his hairline. The balding judge handed Officer Madden the electrodes of the the balding machine that had its output maxed to ensure one session baldness.

Davey f***ing freaked. Please, Officer Madden, I learned my lesson man! Please don't bald do this! You've balded me enough! I'm do screwed already sir, please, don't give me a permanent Norwood! I can't have a Norwood dir! Please don't make me a NORWOOD IN MY WHITE SOCKS!' The abject terror that Davey expressed about being permanently a state on the nowoowd chart by force while restrained in his white socks only made Officer Madden more excited to begin.


It felt like electric shocks going into Davey's forehead as Officer Madden applied the wires to each individual follicle that was creamed and scraped to sculpt Davey's new hairline. Davey thrust and heaved his body so violently in his chair as the zaps were administered, that if he weren't cuffed to it he would have beaten holes in the walls though his movements. The intensity of the maxed out settings on the electrolysis machine traveled all the way from his forehead, down his slim yet torso, right down to the toes of his white socks. As he realized each life and look altering shock permanently removed a tiny fraction of his beautiful image, it traveled to his always hard bone, as the previous shock tickled his toes in his fat white cotton soles that he watched twitch in the mirror as his low hairline was permanently removed, fried off by two bald and balding older men, drunk on power and jealousy.

As the freshly shaved and shocked section of Daveys forehead which had just minutes ago been unusually coveted with dense brown hair, was now red with irritation and weirdly smooth, as if there never was a hair on it, the Judge ended the torture, for now. 'That's enough, Madden. That redness means it's over. Davey Whitesocks, you are now Norwood one, permanently. Well, not permanently, just until I have enough fun with this version of you and we advance you to Norwood two.' Since you have tried to flee before your sentence, you will now be under constant surveillance by Officer Madden. I order that you may not wear any hats or hoodies or head coverings of any kind. You are also to go about your normal life, but while rapidly balding. Davey shrieked in terror while looking at his hardly notable, but permanent receded hairline, and realizing that he would have to expose his forced balding to the world. 'Officer Madden, see to it that Mr. Whitesocks is brought to public places around town and forced to associate with acquaintances, even much more than he usually does for the duration of his (and he went face to face with Davey for this statement) forced punishment complete, total, and permanent baldness)! Daveys squealing just made the jealous judge chuckle. As he left, he said to officer Madden' 'have fun!'

Officer Madden didn't really care about Davey's hair, or his white socks. But, oh man how this guy got off on humiliating other men. Especially pretty boys like Davey. He had gotten away with quite a bit in his career, making young men strip naked for searches, when uncalled for and illegal, if he thought the guy was a little shy and meek. Keying some young punks sports car if it was obviously new and still in the novelty stage, just to watch the previously cocky guys heart break before his eyes, when he'd pull over a young couple on a date one of his favorite things to do was mess up the guys hair with his big meaty hand, if he could see the guy was particular about it and fussed over it for the girl hd was trying to impress. Rather than confiscating beef from young fellas drinking in public, he would piss a little in any open ones and act like the good cop so they would unknowingly continue drinking it. Officer Madden just LOVED the idea of humiliating young men.

The other things I mentioned were just little victories in his mind though. In Davey's case, Madden had the confirmed biggest opportunity he would ever encounter to humiliate a dude in the worst way imaginable for the victim, and legally decreed. He was in hog heaven. Hog, because he is a pig. (F*** I hope no cop sees this and balds me in my white socks).

'Davey, look at you' Madden said almost sympathetically. Your a Norwood buddy. You'll never be the same. I pushed your hairline back about an either of an inch while you just watched in your white socks,' Madden said defiantly as he grasped each of Davey's feet in his hands.

With nothing but tormenting Davey in mind, he kept it up, rubbing his white socks, gloating at how Davey's hairline was ruined. 'This is nothing my man, you are rapidly balding as of now. Rapidly balding in your white socks', knowing that it was driving Davey into rage and sadness beyond measure. As Davey sag there looking at his newly formed hairline he bawled like a baby, tears streaming down his face. However, having this big aggressive dude acknowledging and caressing his socked toes, felt amazing. It was so confusing to Davey, as it almost made it seem like the humiliation of being forcibly stripped of his gorgeous features by this evil man aroused him more than anything.

Officer Madden didn't let up. He sat there looking at Davey, rubbing the thick white cotton between Daveys toes while chastising him. Davey cried and sobbed the while time while his bone poked and rubbed against his denims, while Madden kept rubbing Daveys toes and let him have it.

'You're a Norwood one, Davey, that extra hair you had, I buzzed it of, I creamed it and then scraped it. Then I permanently shocked it off with electrical permanent hair removal. I did it yo you in your white socks buddy. I'm gonna make you more and more permanently bald in your white socks Davey. I love making you bald Davey. Man you are gonna be bald forever in your white....

Madden paused as Davey's eyes rolled back into his head as anguished screams, that sounded oddly pleasurable, while Daveys waist thrust up and down for a full minute while a wet spot on his light blue jeans grew bigger and bigger. He had held back so much over the past month, the current circumstances were so intense, there was no holding back, even without touching.

Part 4 coming soon.



HEY MY DUDES I LIVE FOR YOUR COMMENTS. I LOVE HEARING REACTION, AND I TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. I ADJUSTED THE PLOT OF THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE OF THE AWESOME COMMENT ON PART 1 FROM 'LOVE THIS STORY' ABOUT IT BEING HOT TO HAVE DAVEY FORCED INTO MPB.

I UNDERSTAND U GUYS MOSTLY ARENT INTO WHITE SOCKS BUT I WRITE THESE MOSTLY FOR ME. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE WHEN U GUYS LOVE THE PLOT AND IGNORE THE FETISH STUFF IF ITS NOT YOUR THING.

BUT IF I GOULD ADK A FAVOUR...

FOR ANYONE THAT REALLY ENJOYS A STORY FROM ME, THE BEST WAY TO THANK ME IS SERIOUSLY TO THREATEN ME WITH A HUMILIATING BALDING WHILE RESTRAINED IN MY WHITE SOCKS. IT DOESNT NEED TO BE A PERMABALD, DOESNT NEED TO BE A FULL STORY. SERIUOUSLY, EVEN IF YOU TELL ME YOU HOPE I GET CREAMED AND SCRAPED WHILE IM IM MY WHITE SOCKS THAT WOULD BE AMAZING. GET AS CREATIVE AND CONVINCING AS YOU CAN AND ILL OWE YA. MAN ID BE DEVASTATED IF IT HAPPENED BUT ITS SO EXCITING. THE THOUGHT OF BEING BALDED IN MY WHITIES IS SO F***IN MESSED UP BROS PLEASE BE EASY ON ME.

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