Death Sentence Part 5 by Sockboy

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Davey flexed his toes wildly, feeling the thick white cotton tickling him, as he looked Madden in the face while he was exploding. Madden smirked while Daveys anguished cries of pleasure subsided and adjusted his own swollen denim jeans. 'If I didn't know any better, Davey, I'd say you like being forced into permanent baldness in your big white socks, you balding young white socked dude'. He grabbed Davey's white socked toes, and playfully caressed them and tugged at his exaggeratingly thick white socks.

Just those words, describing what was going on and Madden describing Davey's white socks in such detail while playing with them, excited Davey so much that he started swelling, just seconds after the biggest release of his life.

'NO! I hate it, I f***ing hate you! I'm already ruined you may as well take it all now and get it over with! I can't believe my head is going to be bald for the rest of my life!' Tears streamed down Davey's face and dropped into the crotch of his blue denim jeans, which were getting curiously tight. Davey was torn between being aroused like never before, and trying to imagine how would look with a bald head. 'If I grow a big beard,and maybe work out more, I'll look like a badass. No one else will f*** with me then, he thought to himself'. The picture he imagined of himself was actually really hot. Daveys carefully maintained facial scruff was very thick, short as it was, and he would be able to grow a great beard. He was devastated, but this was his form of acceptance.

'I can't believe you creamed without touching, Madden exclaimed with a smirk. He turned his back to Davey and started putting away the amped up laser, for the next months visit. 'I'll probably cream my shorts too the day we get you here in your white socks and laser off your beard and eyebrows. I get off to thinking about that a few times a day. I can't f***ing wait.' Madden was facing the mirror when he uttered that assaultive statement, and Davey could see Maddens face light up, and the crotch of maddens jeans tighten with pressure.

'MY BEARD AND EYEBROWS?! Davey shrieked in horror. Then he remembered. He was so caught up in his rapid forced permanent trip through the Norwood scale, that he forgot he was going to get totalled, beard and eyebrows after his scalp was permanently balded, all while helplessly restrained in his white socks.

Davey bawled, he cried so much. 'Please, sir, make this stop. I can't take it. Madden grabbed Davey by the toes, and nipped them, sort of agreesively, but not so much that it was painful. Again, Madden didn't get off on white socks like Davey did, and didn't have a particular 'thing' for forced balding either. But what he enjoyed more than anything, was degrading and humiliating young men. He had his fun as an officer by abusing his power to do little things, as mentioned before. Madden had never imagined he would be in a position like this. He had a young dude at his disposal, and was tasked with administering THE MOST HUMILIATING THING to this guy. Madden so enjoyed verbally taunting Davey about what was to come, and played into Daveys white sock obsession to humiliate him more. This just served to drive Madden into a wild man, hell bent on drawing out Daveys punishment in the most excruciatingly humiliating way possible.

Daveys tears at the realization he was going to be completely void of hair, facial, and eyebrows included, were of genuine terror and torment. His face contorted in anguish and fear and he begged and cried mercilessly. Madden couldn't control the pleasure he was experiencing, and taunted Davey more. 'I am going to make you completey permanently bald, Davey, while you watch in your white socks. When your head is shiny like mine, I will laser off your beard and eyebrows. You will be totally bald Davey. You will look f***ed, at least you will still have the most impressive white socks of anyone around, totally bald, in your white socks! Madden froze, his eyes rolled back in his head and his big meaty hand gripped daveys white socked foot while he groaned loudly and his knees buckled. He fell to the floor thrusting around while his pants soaked in a full 15 second blow.


Madden laid there for a good 10 minutes, breathing heavily and moaning like an injured dog while he recovered and Davey continued to sob. He eventually collected himself, and got up to untie Davey from the chair.

They made their way to the police car in the parking lot, Madden almost collapsing from the events that took place. They got in the cruiser and he started to drive Davey home. Davey was still crying, looking at his receding hairline and fidgeting with his almost new Air Jordan sneakers, as the thick cotton on his feet tended to bunch up and feel uncomfortable if he didn't adjust them a little before putting on his shoes.

'Davey, I'm gonna take you out this weekend to a place where you young ones hang out again, and show off your new crew cut. Hey, you got a crew cut, and crew socks!'

Davey sobbed all the way inside to his house, kicked off his sneakers, and collapsed onto the bed on his stomach. He instinctively started humping the blankets, as he was raging hard, despite his torment.


Davey fell asleep eventually, edging and crying. He usually made plans and went out on Friday nights, but now he just couldn't imagine it.

Davey slept for a long while. He was exhausted from his continuing ordeal. He laid under his blankets and pulled his white socks halfway off, so the heels were near the arch of his feet. He did this often in bed, as he could slide his feet down toward the toes of his socks and then pull his legs up a little, sliding his feet around in his whities. This felt so good, he was constantly doing it and on the brink of exploding every night as he slept.

Davey admired his gorgeous permed curls on top of his head, and played with them for hours while he edged in his sleep. Unfortunately, Davey was having a lucid dream, slipping in and out of sleep. The dreams seemed so real. In a moment of wakefulness between nodding off in his lucid dream, Davey ran his fingers through his hair, with a huge happy smile not seen since before his sentencing. He snapped out of his dream state and his eyes popped open widely as he felt the bristly hair on his head. 'What the f***' he said half aloud as he sprang upright to look in the mirror he had at the foot of his bed.' Davey looked in awe and disgust as he immediately realized he was dreaming, and inspected the butchered crew cut that Madden gave him the day before. He was pissed. Davey went through such effort to have his hair just as he wanted it. 'Well it will grow back'. Davey watched his own face appear to melt in the mirror his angst was so great. As he became more aware as he woke, he remembered the full scope of what was happening. He saw how he was a Norwood 2, and remembered how it was done. 'OH F***! THAT BALD PRICK COP SHAVED ME A NORWOOD 2 AND LASERED IT PERMANENT! I GOT LASER BALDED! DAVEY WHITESOCKS GOT LASER BALDED IN HIS WHITE SOCKS' Davey laid back in bed, freaking out. He was puzzled by his arousal. 'Why am I so hard?', he thought as he sobbed and cursed Madden.

Davey pulled off his socks and put on fresh ones. He laid his head on the pillow and admired the puffy white soles as he flexed his toes in the mirror. He looked back and forth, at his flexing white cotton clad soles, and at his perfectly crafted Norwood 2. Madden did an excellent job at making it look natural.

'I'm going bald, I'm balding in my white socks! That jerk gave me a permanent Norwood 2! I'm being balded in my white socks and there's nothing I can do!' Davey was half crying, half moaning in pleasure as he stroked himself. Davey knew he couldn't edge this time. He knew he would blow. But just as Davey approached the point of no return, He was startled by a loud commanding knock at the door.


Davey buttoned his jeans and ran to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Madden. He reluctantly opened the door. Madden smirked, and made his way inside pushing Davey to the side simply by casually walking his large framed body inside. 'You didn't forget our date, did you? Hahaha! Today you're going out to show off your new look!' Davey held his head in shame. 'Everyone is gonna see I'm Norwood 2,' he thought. 'Go get a shower, wear put on some decent clothes, we are going to the mall', Madden demanded. Davey shuffled into the washroom, and stripped, and got cleaned up. He emerged from the shower with a towel, and walked out to find Madden sitting on his bed. 'Get dressed Davey, I don't have all day'. Davey put on his usual gear, nice, somewhat baggy jeans, a white t shirt, and a fresh pair of socks.

He was still reeling from almost blowing a few minutes before, and just the feeling of his jeans rubbing his crotch as he walked around the room looking for his Air Jordan's was making him leak. Davey found his shoes and slipped his socked feet in them. Madden grabbed him by the arm and led him outside to his car. He wasn't in a cruiser today, he was off duty for the weekend and dressed in jeans, white shirt, and sneakers that Davey actually bought were cool, well cool for an old bald prick cop like Madden anyway. Madden proudly paraded Davey around the mall, relishing in his embarrassment. A group of Daveys acquaintances were loitering on some benches and messing around. Do you know those people Davey? They look your age.' Yes sir, I know them' Davey tolerated most of them, but a one of them was one of the guys who took Daveys sneakers and pushed him in the mud in his socks months ago, sparking this whole ordeal.

'Let's go talk to them', Madden exclaimed menacingly. 'NO, man, please'. Davey's hesitation just encouraged and excited Madden, and he was grabbed by the arm and pushed forward to the group of 6 who Davey knew. 'Hi!' Madden said to the group. Everyone looked confused as they didn't know Madden, and didn't recognize Davey. I brought your friend! Still, no one caught on, until the most obnoxious of them look down and saw the pristine white and red Air Jordan's, and looked up! Hahaha, it's Davey whitesocks! Hahaha! Haven't seen you since you you went for a dip in the mud with your socks on bro! Haha, thanks for the Jordan's haha!' Davey looked down and saw the punk was wearing the shoes he stole from his feet months ago, a little worse for wear, but they were his. The only girl in the group, who Davey actually got along with really well, was looking at Davey in amazement. You cut your hair Davey, why? I loved it!' Davey could see her eyes move up, as she stared at his hairline. She blushed, and turned to one of the dudes and whispered something in his ear. As soon as he heard what she whispered, his eyes darted to Daveys new Norwood 2. He grinned and started laughing. He wasn't as discreet. 'Davey, my bro, your losing your hair bud, as he took off his own hat and ran his fingers through his short black hair, making his recession obvious. You're forehead is as big as mine bro!' Madden sensed Daveys humiliation, and his jeans which already tested the limit from his excitement couldn't even contain him as he swelled and popped out over his waistband and under his shirt. Madden grabbed Davey and walked away so his arousal wouldn't be noticed.

'F***, you little pussy, aren't you gonna stop crying yet? You've been crying every time I see you!' Madden was being a dick, but he LOVED watching Davey cry. Even when he wasn't around Davey the memories of him sobbing kept Madden in a constant state of arousal. He even secretly took video of Daveys forced balding sessions and watched them at night for his entertainment. It was porn to him.

They shuffled along in the mall, and Madden suddenly stopped. They were in front of a barber shop. 'I'm no barber. The crew cut I gave you could use some fixing. It's a bit uneven. This didn't look like the high end shops Davey used to go to. It was just an old guy, and a young handsome guy, with hair like Davey used to have. Which guy you want, Davey? Davey would normally have picked the handsome hair dude. He would confidently flirt with him, maybe it would go somewhere, maybe not. But it would be a bit of fun.

But Davey wasn't confident. All he could see was his receding hairline, though he still had a full head of hair, just with normal mpb. 'The old guy', Davey quietly squeaked. They walked up to the counter and the old man approached. 'What can I do for you fellows today? My nephew here, he's a bit shy, but he's looking to be cleaned up a bit,' Madden said. 'When will the young barber over there be finished? He's the one we want for the job' Davey looked up at Madden and shook his head as if to say no, but it was no use. He was just feeding Maddens lust by resisting. Davey couldn't bear going in to touch up a crew cut by a handsome dude with the hair Davey was stripped of.

'He's almost done', the old man said. Within a minute, the young barbers client left, and he beckoned Davey to go sit in the chair. Madden leaned in and whispered in Daveys ear. 'Listen very carefully, my little white socked buddy. When he asks what you want, tell him to make you bald. Tell him that you are going bald very fast and and it runs in your family and everyone goes bald by 30. Tell him that your hairline has started receding just a couple months ago, and that's how it started with your uncles and they were completely horseshoed within a couple years. Tell him you are getting ahead of it. Tell him to make you as bald as he can, ask him what is the way he can make you most bald, and then tell him to do it.' I CAN AND WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL, MAKING PERMANENT BALDNESS LOOK LIKE A WALK IN THE PARK IF YOU DONT DO IT EXACTLY AS I SAID'. Davey knew he was serious, and walked to the barber chair with his head held down in shame.

Hey, what will it be today bro? Davey looked over at Madden, who just looked stern as always, and silently mouthed the word 'bald' toward Davey. Davey mumbled and spoked with a crackle in his voice as he said 'Make me bald'. 'You mean like a buzzcut?', the gorgeous barber asked. No, Davey said, fighting back tears' Make be bald, as bald as you possibly can' The barber was surprised. 'You're sure? You have really nice hair, I can clean up this crewcut, check this out. He threw a hair sample magazine in daveys lap, open to a page with a dude with an awesome cut, that Davey could rock. Daveys phone went off, and he checked the text. It was Madden. 'Tell him no. Tell him about your rapid receding hairline and insist he bald you, or else. You don't want ELSE'. Davey was obviously distressed as he stammered out the demand. 'NO, I have male pattern baldness and all the men start getting receding hairlines at 28 and are totally bald by 30. Bad genes I guess'. He couldn't hold back the tears any longer. His throat closed off and tears swelled in his eyes and started dribbling down his cheeks. Aw that sucks bro, as he ran his fingers through his own perfect hair in the mirror. 'SAY IT', barked Madden. The barber didn't really notice what Madden said, but Davey knew what it meant. 'Whats the most bald you can make me? How would you do it, Davey asked as he almost choked on his own tears. Well I'll buzz you down to a zero. And then the closest shave I can give you would be hot lather, and a straight razor. Since you insist on being as bald as possible, I suppose I could do it a second time, cream and scrape your already bald head. Can't get much more bald than that!' Davey couldn't believe his ears. The dude said 'creamed and scraped' That was what seniors called the rare shaving hazing ritual where Davey went to college and only a very few unlucky faced that fate. The words 'creamed and scraped' haunted Davey, it just sounded so violating and destructive. He feared it constantly. To hear those words now while sitting in the chair, his heart raced. Madden walked over to the chair. 'Yes, young man, creamed and scraped, twice. There will be a nice tip in it for you.' As Davey's terror increased, Maddens excitement increased in kind. Madden bent down and pulled off Daveys hi top air Jordan's, leaving Davey to be shaved bald in his white socks by a handsome young barber, with some of the greatest hair in town.

'I'm going to borrow these' he said while pulling them off daveys white socked feet. I want a pair like it and I wanna show the sneaker shop guys so they can get me some like them', he said while chuckling, and abruptly left. 'So, I guess that's it. Bald it is', the barber said as he clipped the cape around Davey's neck. Madden was only gone about one minute. He wouldn't dare miss this. He came in and stood up behind Davey and the barber, so he could watch every bit of it. The barber took the clippers, and removed the guard and flicked the switch. The humming sound was loud and it's all you could hear. Madden leaned into Davey's ear and whispered to him. He's gonna shave you bald Davey, in your white socks. Tell him you have a back injury, and you have to change positions frequently. Tell him you can only sit for more than 5 minutes if your legs are elevated about the height of the shelf under the mirror. Say you're sorry to be a bother and you'll tip him extra good'. Daveys heart pounded as he forced out the request. 'Sure bro, go ahead put yer feet up'. Davey propped his fat white soles in the mirror, like he so often loved to do.

The barber wasted no time, and buzzed Davey down to a zero. Madden had left him with a half inch of hair on the top, and it could have looked good with the right cut. But now he was sheared like a sheep. Davey was forcing himself to keep more tears coming out in front of the barber, but it was obvious to see he was upset. The barber looked into the mirror at a devastated white socked Davey, buzzed to the bone. 'My dude, you are obviously not liking this. It will take some getting used to but it's not bad. It looks good on you.' The barber was lying. You can't tell a bald customer that baldness doesn't suit them. Davey was handsome, but he looked much better with hair. Maybe he could pull it off if he were confident, but his confidence was taken months ago when this started. 'How bout we leave it at this, bro? It hides your reeceding hairline really well. But hot lather and straight razor? You think you're bald now? That's a whole different ball game'. The more the barber sized up daveys head shape, his defeated face, and visualized him with a shiny bald head, the more he hesitated. 'Listen bro, I'll do what you want, the customer is always right. Don't take offense to this, but your face and head shape don't suit a baldy. Plus your ears stick out too, I didn't notice that before using the clippers to zero the side of your head. I guess that's why you kept a longer guard on your previous cut.' He was right. Daveys ears were so obviously sticking out with his head shaved. He didn't really think about it before. Maybe that's why he kept kept his favourite cut for so long, and permed it, to create the illusion that his ears weren't so obvious. Davey was shaved, and then the barber f***ing humiliated him with those comments. He started shaking in his seat and turned red as can be. Madden looked at Davey and looked enraged. Davey started bawling and insisted in a barely coherent demand. I-I wan-I want- want to be c-creamed and s-scraped b-bald, b-bald my head and then put more hot l-lather on it and s-scrape my b-bald head ag-gain'. He was stuttering out of fear. The barber filled his had with wet sloppy lather, and went to work. Having the warm greasy lather spread over his buzz bald head, with the guarantee of it getting scraped off to the scalp, was somehow almost as horrible as the laser treatments. He was outright crying now as his head was totally coated. 'Bro it's not too late to back out. It's a totally different look, creamed and scraped. The little bit of dark stubble looks good and takes focus away from your ears sticking off so much. These comments from the flawless looking barber while he prepared to ruin Davey in his white socks humiliated him so much. He flexed his toes in the mirror, and said 'do it'. Madden was groaning in ecstasy as Davey went through this, and the barber cleaned the foam off his head in strips, front to back, taking every bit of stubble with it. Daveys head was so white, it looked like there was still lather on it. Madden almost creamed when the job was done, and the remaining foam was wiped of daveys head. He looked like an egg. Davy couldn't even look in the mirror. He looked down in his lap at the hair that was taken from him and exposing what he had been hiding from. 'Round two?, the barber asked jokingly, as he assumed Davey had had enough. He couldn't be more bald. Davey said nothing and just waited. He knew Madden would insist on a second cream and scrape, no matter what Davey said. The barber piped up, 'well, you said I get a good tip if I do and extra cream and scrape, so here we go! Madden leaned in to Daveys ear an whispered again. F*** you're lookin rough, what the f*** is with the ears, sonny? And your head is so weird looking bald, and white! You look like an egg! Madden grabbed Davey's head and turned it facing the mirror. Youre watching this, whitesocks, Madden whispered. Davey was completely silent, but tears streamed down his face while the barber filled his hand with foam.

'Davey', Madden continued whispering in his ear. I wasn't at the sneaker shop with your Jordans. I went in the washroom and emptied a can of shaving gel into them, now your gonna put em on whitesockboy, while your bald head gets creamed and scraped'. Davey was hard as a rock and on the brink for this entire ordeal, but now he was almost shooting his shot. He wondered how he could be so humiliated and destroyed, yet be aroused beyond measure by it.

Davey glanced down at his Jordans as Madden placed them on the floor. They were half filled with slimy shave gel. The barber coated Daveys head, and Davey reluctantly took his feet off the shelf and plunged them into his creamed Jordan's. Davey flexed his toes as his socks, thick as they were absorbed the gel and ruined his sneakers. The barber scraped his bald head, while Madden watched and couldn't contain himself. The barber was feeling bad for Davey, and could understand why he insisted on this. He finished, and the 3 walked up to the register.

'Well Davey, pay the man for your haircut!' Madden was going to make Davey pay for the shave, as a way to rub salt in the wound. 'There's no charge bro, I can't make you pay for that' he looked pitifully at davey who just walked away crying. Madden followed and caught up to him. With evrey step that Davey took, the shave gel sloshed around in his sneakers, and his white socks. Madden pulled Davey over to a huge mirrored wall and made him look into it. They just stood there, Davey crying silently, but with tears flowing, smooth, white, egg shaped head, creamed kicks, and Madden not even smiling, just drooling with lust for how much Davey was hurting.

'Don't worry Davey, it will grow back. You will have your Norwood 2 back in a month. Of course, thats when your appointment for Norwood 3 is scheduled.'


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