Death Sentence Part 4 by Sockboy

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HEY GUYS BEFORE I GET TO THE STORY I GOTTA SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE THE COMMENTS. YOUR SUGGESTIONS DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS. THE THREATENING COMMENTS MADE ME BLOW SO MANY TIMES, I CANT IMAGINE BEING BALDED, EVEN TEMPORARILY, IN MY WHITE SOCKS. YOU GUYS WOULDNT DO THAT WOULD YOU? 'LOVE THIS STORY', I F***ING DARE YOU TO TAPE ME TO THE CHAIR WHILE IM CHECKING OUT MY WHITE SOCKS AND HAIR IN THE MIRROR YOU JEALOUS BALDED LOSER! MORE THREATS PLEASE.

Davey awoke every morning for a month, relaxed and calm and hard, holding himself when he woke up. That is, until about 10 seconds passed and he realized what was going on in his waking life. The first day after his hairline adjustment, he spent hours in the bathroom mirror, completely obsessing on his receding hairline. He showered in a panic, and styled his hair as usual. It wasn't even noticible by anyone except him. 'It never used to go back this far', he cried, with tears streaming down his face as he traced the eighth of an inch lower on his forehead where his temples USED to be visible. He got dressed and sat on his bed, put on his fresh white socks and was so torn between feelings. He was as hard as he had ever been. His socked feet made him so excited, but he was so enraged, terrified, and humiliated by what was happening he didn't know what to do but obsess on his hairline some more.

He added extra mousse to his bang and combed his permed mop of curls lower than usual, to cover up what he perceived to be obvious. He would have stayed there the entire day, but a loud and commanding knock on the door was not to be ignored.

It was officer Madden. 'Hello Davey' I think we should go around town and show you off'. Madden looked disappointed as Davey looked exactly the same as the day before his hairline adjustment, even more full due to Davey's efforts.

Madden, wearing civilian clothes, took Davey out to the busiest shops and hangouts he could think of, with the most people in Daveys peer group. Madden wasn't satisfied as no one
noticed anything, except a group of girls and guys, that Davey seemed to be acquainted with, wondered who 'the middle aged bald dude is with Davey' as they put it.

With that, Madden tousled Daveys hair aggressively, making a complete mess of it, and pushed his bang back over his head, exposing his new hairline. The group chuckled, thinkinking Madden must be Daveys uncle or something. No one noticed Daveys miniscule adjustment, after all he still had less MPB than most of his male peers. But he was so insecure now, he broke away from Mdden and ran to the washroom to wet his hair in the sink and restyle it as best he could.

As he frantically tried to fix his hair, Madden calmly walked in and stood behind him. 'Imagine what it will be like when I do that to your Norwood 3, Davey. In just two months. Madden laughed and took Davey home. The real fun was just beginning.

This went on for a month. Davey's depression grew more by the day. The morning of Daveys's next session, he cried and raged. He sat in the chair as before when Madden nabbed him at his house and brought him to the station. Nothing was said, except Madden exclaimed on the car ride there, you're going to become a man today, Davey.

Once at the station, and Davey was strapped in, mirror placed, shoes taken, socked soles on display, Madden slowly traced Davey's new hairline with his finger. This is a man's hairline boy. You're no man but your gonna MPB like one, finally. Davey was horrified. He just gazed at his perfect, thick gleaming white socked soles in the mirror and cursed his very existence. He was all too familiar with Norwood 2. So many of the guys his age, Davey would secretly class as a Norwood 2, and he would become filled with relief and pride that he didn't suffer that fate.

Davey's once again pleaded. His anger turned to pure desperation. Please don't give me permanent male pattern baldness Mr. Madden. Please don't Norwood me in my white socks, as his cotton clad toes shone in the mirror and tears of desperation started to wet his t-shirt.
Officer Madden, with his penchant for sadism and humiliating young dudes, took full advantage of the situation. 'Davey, I am going to clip your pretty hair back to what a normal man has for a hairline. A nice M shape. I'm going to LOVE putting shave cream on what I buzz, and then scraping it off with a cheap disposable razor, because of how you bawled last time I did it. You scared of being creamed and scraped in your white socks, Davey?' Davey was terrified of being creamed and scraped. He witnessed it happen to a guy at a hazing once in college, and he had been horrified of it ever since.

Madden started buzzing what looked to be a proper Norwood 2 onto Davey's scalp. Davey's heart sank as his fuzzy temples got pushed back to that of his peers, better than some of them, but worse than others. One thing was for sure, Davey's signature 'do wouldn't be doable anymore.

Officer Madden finished up, and proceeded to empty the can of shave cream into his own hand. It was a ridiculous amount. It spilled out of his hand and onto Daveys denim covered crotch, and ran down the sides of Davey's pants into his seat. Davey looked confused along with his obvious devastation. 'Well I need a lot 'barked Madden, for your MASSIVE forehead bro. Man, Davey your gonna be a REAL man for a change!' Well, you'll look like one at least'.

Madden gleefully coated the new buzzings with thick humiliatingly excessive amounts of foam on daveys forehead and hairline, and carefully scraped, following his draft of Daveys new look to the letter.

It looked f***ed. Davey couldnt pull off the buzzed sides and curly mousse mop on top anymore he looked like he was starting to go bald. He cried, again.

'I cant do this to you boy', announced Madden, in his bellowing douchebag voice.
You need a real man's cut so you don't have a ridiculous combover. Better to be bald than have a combover!'

Davey hated the idea of having a short cut, but he knew Madden was right. He couldn't pull off his hairdo anymore and he just wanted to give up everything. The fact that Davey knew this had to happen didn't offer him any solace during what came next. 'Time for a haircut, Mr. Whitesocks!' Madden picked up each curl, starting at daveys receding temples, pulled them straight, and snipped them off about a quarter inch from his scalp.


Each curl was either dropped into daveys shaving cream soaked lap, flicked into his face ageessively, or at his reflection in the mirror. Within minutes, Davey had a regular old crew cut, a s**tty one at that. He looked REALLY good. But his hairline being pushed back like that was a crippling assault, and he couldn't stand to look at himself. His haircut made him forget about what came next, that is until Madden presented the electrodes to burn Davey's hairline out as he had before. Except this time, Davey was surely experiencing the dreaded MPB. His worst nightmare that would have probably been avoided if he'd kept his big mouth shut.

The zapping of the current into his newly visible forehead was slightly uncomfortable, but again, like before, he felt it travel all the way to his white socked toes, and through his entire body. The crotch of his jeans were wet and great from the melting shave cream, and the electrical charge from the jacked up electrolysis machine they had customized for him, made his little Davey tense up harder than it ever had with every zap.

Madden once again, held Davey's socked toes while he continued. 'I'm making you permanently bald in your white socks!' Davey was so enraged, humiliated, and somehow beyond his control, apparently aroused, and again screamed as he blew a few days worth of edging just as Madden finished up the session.

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