Death Sentence Part 7 by Sockboy

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I love the comments. They make me blow. 'Love this story', your last comment about me being creamed and scraped by a home invader while forced to watch in my white socks put me over the edge! I feel like you'd love to do this to me, out of jealousy because of your Norwood 7. Thanks so much for mentioning my socks as it happens, I know it's not your thing but the idea you would put that into this scenario incites a degree of excitement and fear. If I ever get punished with a balding, my socked soles should be facing me in the mirror. Hard to explain but it's punishment and also pleasure.

There's an old story on here called 'Paul goes male pattern bald', where a cocky dude who makes fun of a bald dude gets drunk and passes out, and a couple guys get him into a chair and wax his scalp, pulling out his hair at the root. When he wakes up and looks in the mirror he screams and is devastated, which makes the story so much better than if he had a laugh about it. When I read it, I always imagine him white socked like me. I think I even edited it in a word file once to keep mentioning his thick white socks and how he was being scalp waxed in them.

Waxing a dudes head would make him bald for weeks before he even gets stubble back, and repeated waxing would do permanent damage to his hair follicles over time. I wish some dude would write a story on here about nabbing me and making sure I have my best socks with me, as I'm taken and given a brutal scalp waxing. I'd be bald for weeks, and any mpb that advances over my life I will always wonder if or how much of it was due to the time I got scalp waxed in my white socks while I begged for mercy.

Anyway, if not a story, a comment to that effect would be amazing. As long as that's as far as it goes. Actually having any of these punishments happen to me in my cotton pillow socks would be devastating.

Back to Davey...

Madden brought Davey back to his apartment, taunting him the entire way. 'Davey, that nice looking barber sure uglied you good. I'm sure he'd look fine bald, I guess you need your hair to look halfway decent. How did it feel for that little prick in the parking garage to cream your bald head and scrape you again?' Madden laughed, as he could see Davey was as humiliated as any young man has ever been.

'This is your forever look, Davey, soon you will be fully bald forever!'

Davey raged and sobbed as he got inside his apartment and locked the door.

Weeks passed, almost 2 months. Daveys hair didn't look too bad, it was growing out into a nice crew cut. He was only Norwood 2 afterall, like most dudes his age. He even trimmed up the sides and started to look 'normal' again. His depression started to lift, and began coping by thinking that Madden and the judge had decided to let him off with the sentence he had served. It made sense to Davey. The enforcers likely never expected Davey to be so devastated by being balded in his white socks, so after seeing how badly he was tormented, they suspended the sentence. Davey had convinced himself of this, so he could sleep at night.

Davey fiddled with his albeit short haircut in the mirror. 'I'll lay low for a while, maybe even a year, then I'll get the best transplant money can buy, I'll have them lower my hairline even more than before! I'll never mess up again.'

A thunderous knock echoed from Daveys front door. He thought there had been an explosion. He rushed to the door to see Madden through the peephole. Davey nervously opened the door and let him in.

Madden seemed more calm and almost 'nice', which relaxed Davey. 'Wow Davey, that cut looks pretty sweet on you! Time to grow up from that mop you had, Madden joked in a good natured manner. 'Have a seat, Davey'. They both sat on Daveys sofa, Davey nervously waiting for Madden to talk. 'It's been a while, man'. 'Hey, where are your white socks, buddy?' 'I just got out of the shower, I haven't put them on yet', Davey explained. 'Put em on, I don't even recognize you without them, haha! Again, Davey was relieved at Maddens good natured mood, and left the room, soon returning wearing his favourite socks, thick and comforting to Davey, even in the most stressful situations.

'Do you know why I'm here?' Madden asked. Davey, hoping for the best and trying to sound confident, said 'I think so'. ' I know I've learned my lesson, and you know it too. You gave me the scare of a lifetime with the punishment that was set for me. And I've already had part of it done. I have to live with this receding hairline now and I hate it. I think the Judge suspended my sentence cause he realized how traumatizing it was. I think you knew this a while ago which is why you had those different guys cream and scrape me bald in my white socks in the mall a while ago. You knew you weren't allowed to destroy me the way the sentence said, so you thought of the most horrible thing you could get away with. I can't even talk about it', Davey said as his eyes watered. I haven't gone outside for weeks I've been so depressed'.

I'm glad you've learned your lesson Davey. I knew that would bring you down hard. Davey, if your public scrapings you got, and being lazered totally were measured on a scale of 1 -10, where would you place them?' 'Sir, Davey stammered, you having those handsome guys cream and scrape me, and call me ugly, there was nothing more humiliating in the world. 'I'll never misbehave again' 'So if that's a 10, what's being fully permanently balded?' Davey started crying at just hearing the words. 'That doesn't fit on a scale sir, it's a death sentence to me. I'd rather be dead than be forced to be fully bald, Davey said through eyes that widened and filled with tears.

'Well Davey, I'm not here to suspend your sentence. I waited this long to contact you because I want you to have a good growth of hair so you can see what's being taken from you. I'm doing a house call, to give you a permanent Norwood 3 in your white socks'.

Daveys hopes of being able to keep his hair and eventually transplant his juvenile hairline had dashed. Madden went out to his car, and brought in a large case on a trolley. He opened the case and started setting up equipment on Davey's table. 'I had to bring it here this time. I enjoy seeing you cry so much people at the station are asking questions. Davey knew what Madden meant. Every session of Daveys torment led to Maddens eyes rolling back into his head and trying to hold back screams, then going to change his pants.

'Davey knew there was no point in resisting. Daveys seat on the sofa faced a huge mirror, which was no coincidence. He sat there constantly admiring the thick dense white cotton pads that were the soles of his feet.

'You like the letter M, Davey? I'm gonna give you a M shaped Norwood 3.' Davey was terrified and begging. He always noticed that when a dude had M shaped hairline, still decent growth in the front, but seriously receding temples, that's when they would be referred to as 'balding'. 'Please sir, please don't Norwood 3 me bro, please!'

Davey, when your hair was long I used to cream and scrape your new permanent hairline, to know where to laser you. But your hair is short enough now I can just zap you a new hairline.' Davey couldn't even talk. He was terrified of this session, just lost all hope of this going away, and was realizing the promise to laser off his beard and eyebrows too was still part of the plan. He was petrified.

'Then again, Davey, you get so humiliated with a shaving cream and bic bald, maybe I'll give ya the whitesockboy special!' Madden eventually decided to cream and meticulously scrape Daveys new hairline, so they could see how it will look without having to wait for weeks. Madden applied the cream with perfect detail, and the whiteness of the cream pretty closely matched how embarrassingly white Daveys scalp was when he was humiliated in the mall. It looked like he had already got norwooded. He sobbed uncontrollably as he could feel the brand new disposable razor pushing him back to a Norwood 3.

'I am giving you a permanent Norwood 3 in your white socks, Davey. Actually, it's only permanent for a while, until I eventually make you totally permanently bald.' Madden wiped off the excessive shaving cream from daveys expanded forehead, and stood in front of him, while they both looked at Daveys reflection in the mirror.

Madden grabbed the thick cotton covered toes on one of his feet and nipped it gently. Davey's punishment was torture, but having his tormenter touch his white socks made him so excited. His devastation was at war with the electric feeling that went from his toes to every inch of his body.

Daveys arousal was offset by the look of his hairline. He had a Norwood 3. 'How do you like your baldness, Davey, as he mockingly poked at Daveys feet. I'm going to laser that now, while you watch in your white socks! I can't wait to permanently Norwood 3 you, I've been looking forward to this one for a while. Madden continued rubbing daveys socks against his toes while taunting him. Davey was as hard as he'd ever been, while humiliated and scared beyond measure.

Madden got back behind Davey, and picked up the device Davey was terrified of. 'Please sir, please, don't make this one permanent! Please, we can make a deal! You can cream and scrape my head, every day! I promise! For a year! For 2 years!' Officer Madden relished in Davey's panic. 'What if I cream and scrape your head bald EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE? I cream and scrape you every day, without exception, even before any stubble can grow? 'Yes, Davey squealed in desperation.' 'But, the result would be the same', Madden explained. I wouldn't miss a day. You will never have hair again. I would keep you permanently bald, and also you would have to get the treatment you hate so much. Creamed and scraped in your white socks. EVERY DAMN DAY.' This was a horrifying scenario for Davey, and under different circumstances it would be the worst possible punishment. But somehow, in Daveys mind, it was better that being zapped and having all his hair follicles destroyed forever. Just the fact that he COULD grow hair if he weren't scraped, and maybe when all this dies down he could disappear and never come anywhere near here again, he could get a transplant and have his hair back as if this never happened. As terrified of a daily bic balding by Madden was, he was willing to do it to avoid his biggest fear.

'Well now that's interesting, Davey' I know how much you hate the cream and scrape, so i like the idea of scraping your egg head every day'. A sense of relief came over Davey, and it must have shown in his eyes. 'On the other hand, if you're willing to make that deal, there must be something you're much more frightened of. 'Ol' Zappy', he exclaimed gleefully as he held up the device. I guess there really is nothing you're more scared of than me making you permanently bald in your white socks, buddy boy.

Madden started shooting electrical currents into Daveys newly exposed temples. It's tiring to keep explaing daveys crying, sobbing, and begging, as this ordeal over the last few months has had him in a repeated state of hysteria. He bawled louder than ever as Madden zapped his Norwood 3 into daveys future. Madden was humping the chair the more Davey cried. It's been said before, but Madden loved to humiliate young men. He wasn't even into guys. As there couldn't likely be a scenario of a young man being as humiliated as Davey was sentenced to be, Madden was constantly aroused. If not during a session, then daydreaming about the previous session, or fantasizing about the next one. Madden really hit the lottery with being tasked with something from his wildest dreams.

Davey pulled his outstretched legs up toward his groin, so he could feel them with his hands. It was little consolation for his punishment but at least he could experience the cotton caressing his toes as he massaged them.

'Please sir, please don't permanently Norwood 3 me in my white socks! Please don't laser me bald in my white socks man, please! Despite the nightmare Davey had been in for so long, he was usually very aroused. Even through his terror, his love for talking about his white socks came through. To Madden, however these pleas seemed as though Davey was being more punished, so he engaged. He grabbed at Daveys socked toes with his free hand, and went on a tirade about what was happening.

'Davey, i am making you permanently Norwood 3 in your white socks! I love ruining your hair, I love making you bald in your white socks. These socks feel so comfortable Davey, do they comfort you while your big bald bully gives you permanent electrolysis on your head. PERMANENTLY BALD in your white socks' as he continued to nip at Daveys toes. Madden had used the device much longer than necessary, the thrill of Davey's pleading was too enjoyable for him to stop. I'm going to keep giving you sessions till you are completely bald Davey, don't forget your beard and eyebrows Davey, white socked dudes get balded, an you're the most white socked dude I know!'

Madden suddenly froze, his jaw slowly widening, his head tilted back, and fell on the sofa next to Davey. He started yelling, not like when he yelled at Davey, but a low animalistic, yet deafening loud series of yelps, while he thrust around on the couch in spasms. He was looking up at Davey, choking out the words 'I'm making you permanently bald! You're gonna be bald for the rest of your li-

He was cut off before finishing his sentence. That was the involuntary screeching of his climax.

After 10 minutes of trying to catch his breath, he stumbled up to Davey. Madden pulled out a small pocket knife and poked a tiny hole in each of daveys socks, right at the toe seam. 'I've got a little present for you for graduating to Norwood 3.' Davey was enraged and devastated. Madden took the can of shaving foam and stuck the nozzle into the small hole he made in daveys pillow cotton sock. He held the button down just long enough for a small fist sized amount of the shaving cream in Davey's sock. 'How do ya like that, baldy? It was meant to punish Davey, and it did, but he couldn't wait for Madden to do it again. Anything to do with Davey's socks turned him on, and Madden putting cream in them after permanently receding his hairline was as exciting as it was dreaded.

Madden stuck the nozzle in Davey's other sock, and released it into his prized cotton. Davey flexed his toes in the shaving cream while Madden packed up his things and left.

Davey stared at his new hairline and felt the shaving cream Madden used to add insult to injury, and ferociously beat and let go in record time. He sat there sobbing, and was ready to go again in 10 minutes. Davey put on a fresh pair of whites, and sat back on the couch. He fantasized for a minute about Madden coming back inside, and getting angry at him for putting on fresh whities. Davey picked up the can of shaving cream, and used his imagination to visualize Madden there. He imagined Madden saying 'you haven't learned your lesson. I'll shaving cream your white socks again, Norwood 3. Rapidly balding young men get shaving cream in their white socks!' Davey poked holes like Madden did into the toes of his fat heavy whites, and shot the cream inside, while pretending it was being done by Madden.

Davey immediately shot again, as he came to the realization this wasn't just role play. He was Norwooded by that asshole. He knew that since Madden got off on hurting Davey, he was doomed.

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