Death Sentence Part 8 by Sockboy

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Following a night of broken sleep and nightmares of going bald, along with wonderful dreams of having his juvenile ridiculously low hairline back, which turned into a living nightmare when he would awaken and reality would hit, Davey got up and showered, and got dressed. He looked in the mirror with his norwood
3 hairline while he put on fresh fat whities which hugged his toes as anxiety and arousal rushed through him.

Daveys mind wandered back to a party he was at a few years earlier, where he saw a dude who was wearing the nicest socks of every guy there. They weren't as nice as Daveys of course, but they were as good as it gets on another dude.

Davey remembered staring at that guy all night, and observing his hairline, classing him as a Norwood 4. 'Man that dude is ony like 20 and he's bald. His socks are so awesome, he remembers saying.' Davey recalled how that night he was so thankful that he would forever have his genetically low hair line like his uncles, and felt bad for the dude.
Davey was saying to himself, 'man, that dude is balding in his white socks, as he looked at how the guy was trying to disguise it by the way he had styled his hair into a hip, young dudes version of a combover.' Davey remembered how his pity turned to enjoyment that night when he saw the guy fidgeting with his curiously long bangs in a mirror at the house party, and seemed self conscious over his hair.' Davey remembered how he was thinking, 'he's balding in his white socks, f***, I'm so lucky to be me. That must be horrible.'

'Davey got uncontrollably aroused as he thought about it, repeatedly saying to himself, dude is Norwood 4 and balding in his white socks!' Davey almost creamed his pants as he imagined how upset the guy was, and he caught the guy in the corner of his eye checking Davey out, looking away when Davey looked back at him. Davey was so excited, he couldn't resist talking to him, and getting closer.

Davey stroked in the mirror as he thought back to that party in college. He walked over to the guy and started talking to him. Davey loved the idea of the guy being, (who Davey thought was hot, but wouldn't consider being with a Norwood back then) being humiliated while wearing white socks). Davey remembered how he started talking to the guy, and flirted a bit, and kept sweeping back his own hair, and showing off his almost unnaturaly low hairline. The white socked stranger put his head down and turned red with embarassment, as Davey purposely stared at the guys forehead as observed how advanced this fellas mpb was. The guy ran to the door and left the party, and Davey went to the washroom and started stroking. Oh man. Dudes balding in his white socks!' Davey loved seeing that. He didn't know why. Maybe partly to feed his own ego which made him relax about his insecurities, and of course the guys socks, which Davey was obsessed with, being that they were thick as can be, and like no other Davey had seen on a guy other than himself'.

As he was stroking at the idea of how he embarrassed the dude over he was balding, the party on the other side of the door was getting more and more intense as the guys got more drunk.' 'Nomination time!' A strong deep, intoxicated voice, bellowed. 'No one's been creamed and scraped for a long time, it's time!' The cream and scrape was a dreaded ritual, usually reserved for beginning of semester freshman initiation, or this case, a bunch of guys getting way too drunk. It's at the college that Davey first heard of this, and witnessed it happening a couple of times. The victims would laugh it off as part of a joke, but Davey was terrified it would happen to him, and he knew he would never be able to laugh it off if he were being balded in his socks by the seniors as they taunted him.

Davey quickly zipped up his jeans and ran outside the washroom, put on his shoes and bolted for the door for fear that he would be the victim.

As Davey reminisced about that night, he looked at himself, knowing that his next session with Madden would bald him to the degree of that college guy at the party.

Davey looked in the mirror, flexing his toes while the thick white cotton bunched up while caressing his toes, as he thought about how Madden was going to laser him to a baldness like that dude he looked at with pity and excitement.

It shouldn't be confused as to think Davey WANTED to be balded by a man, he truly was terrified of it. But Davey started to realize that suffering his most feared humiliation turned his on, and the more devastating it was, the more he aroused he became.

Davey looked in the mirror as he stroked and thought about how he ran away from being creamed and scraped that night, and went home to beat edge for hours. He had made up a fantasy in his head that the white socked balding guy hadn't left, and fell victim to being creamed and scraped, with the guys lopping off his creatively styled hair, exposing his Norwood 4. He imagined the guy being terrified and humiliated, begging and crying as the guys would say things like 'You're bald anyway, you won't miss it!' Davey imagined the guy getting completely scalped, and how he Davey would be staring at his white socked feet as he got done in.

But that was just a fantasy. Davey remembered te Norwood 4 that dude had those, and started yelling aloud in his mirror with his feet up. ' no Madden, please don't Norwood 4 me, please don't bald my head in my white socks! Please don't laser me, please don't make me permanentlyly bald!'

Davey shot over himself, and after a long recovery of heaven breathing and whimpering, eventually got up and tried to cuddle through another day. He was pretty much in a constant state of devastation and arousal. Every time he would pass a mirror, he would flex his toes and remember what was happening. He edged most every day, and sobbed intermittently, sometimes with the two overlapping.

After a month of this, Madden reappeared, knocking at Daveys door. Madden barged in like he owned the place, noticing that Davey had his crew cut freely trimmed. 'Nice trim, but why bother, Davey?' I wanted to look as good as I can.' Pleasectake pity on me sir. I'm devastated. Don't you understand what you've done going me permanet Norwood 3? Don't you realize how much I've cried? Im f***in owned man, norwooded to e in my socks. Show some mercy man, please stop now. I've been thinking and I feel like you being threatened with being totalled like I was sentenced to was part of the punishmet. I've been scared so bad, and I guess that was the idea. The actual punishment was the Norwood 3, cause they knew that would be devastating to me, but that, eith the threat of being totalled would be a sever punishment, especially letting me think I'd be totalled in my white socks all this time. You know how bad I'm hurting. You know I've been punished', Daveys voice faltered as he spoke.'

Madden's voice lowered as he seemed to show compassion Davey hadn't seen before. 'You're pretty smart for a punk, but you're not exactly right.' I spoke with the judge after the last session. The original plan was actually to total you in your white socks. He knew it would be a severe punishment by evaluating you. But no one ever expected you to be so terrified, violated, and honestly, so different looking, with your big ears that stick off. We decided Norwood 4 would be more than enough, and we wanna see one more good cry from ypu as you will be referred to as bald, with a 4, the Judge is satisfied that your peers will be satisfied to be referred to as 'that bald guy'. We know that will sting forever.'

Davey tried to hide his feeling of relief, not wanting Madden to know he was ok. Madden kept talking but Davey didn't hear him, and didn't even worry he was about to be owned, lazerd to a bald looking Norwood 4. He thought about which country offered the best hair transplants, how he would restore his mop, and where he would move to, and how to change his identity so his punisher would never find him.

Davey sat in the chair as Madden strapped him down. 'I'm gonna stick it out here for a couple months after today, and plan my escape. I've got enough money saved to get a transplant already. Davey couldn't hold back a grin as he realized the thick, dense hair on the back of his head where they would take his donor hair from for the surgery, has a wave, almost curly when he used to grow it out. 'I won't have to permanently my top anymore, I'll get transplanted back to my original hairline, and have natural curls!' Davey was pulled back into reality with the angry voice of Madden, yelling like a drill Sargent'. Davey, go change your socks, they look clean but I'm gonna make sure I'm ruining a boy that thinks he's perfect. Davey was so turned on he struggled to walk, as having Madden talk about his socks, especially in the context of punishing him, created an indescribable lust.

'Oh man, they're gonna let me off the hook! I don't know if I'll ever accept how I got done in, but I can fix it now! Davey was now still dreading his punishment, but this time, was at ease that he could reverse it and get surgically buzzed better than ever. ' he spoke to himself inside his head, 'I'm gonna make the most of this'. His new sense of hope did not diminish his absolute terror of being lazered. It gave him a reason to get up tomorrow other than to edge, but Davey being permanently defeated was the equivalent of being killed to most men, he thought to himself, even if he could reverse it'.

'Please, sir, please, don't cream and scrape me a Norwood 4! Please, there's nothing worse you could do to me than cream and scrape my hairline back, dude, I'm Davey Whitesocks, please don't grab my toes and scrape me a Norwood worse than you've already done!' Davey absolutely went out of control when Madden grabbed the excessively bulky cotton which covered his toes while

he punished him previously'. He couldn't explain why but being terrorized with his fear by a big, brutish man, horrible as it was, made him harder that anything, and having the guy acknowledge the socks he loved so much while doing it, sent him over the edge.

'Davey, thinking this was the last stage of his torment, begged for Madden NOT to do what he secretly fantasized about, trying to live out his wildest fantasies before running away and getting as much hair transplanted as possible, towing to himself that he would insist the surgeon restore his hairlie even lower than before, as a means of coping with his trauma. Sir, I know you're going to laser me to permanent Norwood 4. Please, just do it, but please, don't cream and scrape my head bald! Please don't mess up my haircut, please don't zero buzz me first! Please don't cream and scrape my whole head bald before you Norwood me! I hate being buzzed bald, and getting creamed and scraped with bic razors like you had done to me at the mall washrooms the worst thing ever! Please don't buzz me bald sir, please don't cream my buzzed head, please don't scrape my head with disposable razor, I know i don't have any say, but please! Please don't cream me again and again and scrape me bald in my white socks! Please, man I'm white socked to the max, being lasered is my worse nightmare, but please, no cream and razors, please!'

When Madden buzzed him down to a zero before, the vibration of the clippers as he was robbed of his hair as Madden relished in the violation that made the tears forming in Daveys eyes start pouring out, he felt the buzzing travel all the way down his body, as he flexed his socked soles in the mirror, the bottoms of them so thick and dense, they hardly bent with the movement of his toes. The feeling of the buzzing as he was restrained added an element of reality, as he had been trying to pretend it was all a bad dream. He could feel the buzzing in his toes in previous sessions, and he throbbed as he felt it in his groin too. Having the cream smoothed over his bald buzz, used to humiliate him further. He reember how Madden had whispered in his ear at the barber shop. 'You are going to be creamed and scraped bald in your white socks', and how scared he was, although he wanted nothing more a couple years previously, to see that other dude getting his head covered in shaving cream and scraped down to the skin with his white socks on, and wished he hadn't embarrassed him and made him leave, hoping for the possibility he would witness a white socked fella getting creamed and scraped. The feeling of having his head covered in shave cream, and the violation of having it scraped off to a drastic level of baldness, was as bad as being lasered, in it's own way. Davey thought to himself 'I'm gonna make this as bad as it can, ask he could hardly hold back from releasing. 'Please, sir, i know you're gonna laser me a 4. That's gonna kill me. Please, please don't cream and scrape me bald dude, please, man please, stop messing with my socks dude', as Madden fondled daveys toes. 'Please don't cream and scrape me, you had me creamed and scraped twice in the barber shop, and then you got that asshole who stole my sneakers to cream and scrape me again! Please, please, please don't cream and scrape me, there's nothing worse than being creamed and scraped bald than having it done, 3 times, he cried, the only thing worse is getting it 4 times, he pleaded, secretly hoping Madden would do it over and over before lasering him.

Excited at Daveys terror or repeated scrapings, he started slowly buzzing daveys hairline back to his crown, and taunted Davey as he buzzed him bald. Since this is my last chance to punish you, I'm making the most of it. I've got enough material to be horned up for 10 lifetimes, remembering how you've cried in your sessions. But I'm gonna cream and scrape you over till the can runs empty, and gonna use a new disposable with each scrape, he said laughing as he stroked daveys socked feet.

Davey would have never pushed Madden to punish him more, but knowing he was gonna make all this a memory, and maybe use it as a fantasy, made him push the envelope, although he still didn't understand why he liked in, in spite of the obvious moment it was intended to inflict.

Davey was in absolute ecstasy as Madden repeatedly applied cream to his twice, three, times, four times, scraped scalp. Davey lost count of how many scrapings he got. Madden teased Davey by tickling the fat white cotton soles of his feet as he scraped him one handed. He watched maddens hand grabbig his toes in the mirror, as he loved admiring his big thick white soles as he got ruined.

Daveys jeans bulged, and became wet in a spot that grew with each minute. Maddens can of shaving cream sputtered as it emptied. 'I guess that's all the scaping I can do, davey'. Daveys head was sore and sensitive from the repeated razor shave, and he was moaning in pleasure, despite feeling utterly helpless and degraded.

Madden set up his usual display, the tweaked electrolysis/laser device (Davey didn't know what the technology was, just that it permanently balded in a single session). Please sir, let this one go, the Judge will never know. Just tell him I got a 4, he will never know, please!'
Madden pulled out another envelope with some papers, and briefly showed them to Davey. It was mostly legal terms, but it was from the judge that sentenced Davey, and was a legitimate order to have Davey spared from the original sentence. Madden was disappointed, as he was looking forward to totalling white socked Davey with complete permanent baldness, eyebrows, beard and all. 'I reported how devasted you were, and how much you cried, so they suspended your sentence and determined you suffered enough. They did not realize you would be so messed up over this. I told them cause I enjoyed talking about it, I loved it. I wish I kept my mouth shut. Madden skimmed to a section of the document, stating that Davey was forbidden from ever attempting to get his baldness reversed, and would be forced to live with his norwood 4 forever.

Davey thought to himself how he was going to flee the country and get his hair back, and tried to contain his relief and happiness. 'Davey, again making the most of a punishment he had fantasized about happening to some other dude while white socked, gave into the fact it was gonna happen and almost shot several times without touching, just knowing he was helpless at the hands of a bully who desired to bald him. 'Please don't sir, please, no, please man, not in my white socks, please! Davey thrust around in the chair as Madden also made the most of the last session, by trying to make Davey cry as much as possible. 'You'll be norwood 4 forever Davey, i balded you bad enough, you'll always be badly mpb, remember me when you look in the mirror. Davey thrust his crotch forward, attempting to rub against his jeans, desperate to blow.

Daveys lust overtook his fears. He was pushed to a level that he had never reached as he always grabbed at himself to release, but Madden he his wrists gripped with one of his powerful and large hands, tickling daveys soles with the other. Davey knew his rationale wasn't as strong as the desire he was feeling, and made a plea to Madden as he knew his pre orgasm haze was about to male things bad for him. 'Please, sir, take you hands of my feet, bro, stop!' Please stop!' 'WHY', Madden demanded, breathing heavily as well, caught in his own lust, as his fantasies of ruining a dude who was confident and cute by most standards, to a whimpering, begging desperate boy, terrorized by being made unattractive, in his own eyes, was actually happening.

Madden could see that Davey was obviously hard and dripping though his jeans. You hate being balded but having these fatties tickled gets ya going, haha!' 'Madden taunted Davey, tickling his socked toes, while they looked at his newly advanced score on the norwood chart. 'This is how bald you are going to be for the rest of your life Davey.' I permanently norwooded you to a 4 on the baldy chart, lasered to a Norwood 4, in your white socks!' Davey could hold out no more as Madden wouldn't let Davey thrust against his pants enough to release. Davey wanted be more and more excited, craving release, in in the fog of heat he was experiencing, dug himself into a heap of trouble.

I'm off the hook, I never got totalled! It's true I suffered enough but it's all ok! I'm gonna skip the country and get a transplant, I'll never come back! I was so scared of my sentence. All parts were terrible, but the worst part was you totalling me and permanently! The humiliation of it was one thing, but the worst part was having no donor hair on my back and sides. I'm gonna get my transplant now and have all my hair again! There's nothing you can do!' Davey was exploding with euphoria, as he proclaimed this to Madden, his brain shouting at him to stop digging his own grave. But the pulsing pleasure waiting to escape in an explosion accompanied by him screaming overpowered any rational thought. You'll never have me totalled! I was terrified of you totalling me in my white socks!' 'Davey had thought up the term 'totalled one night while edging in his socks. He felt an immeasurable sense of being violated and humiliated when the used the word 'totalled' to himself. While edging g and crying to himself lately, he would say as he checked himself in the mirror, 'Madden is gonna total me in my white socks! No, I can't be totalled in my socks!' Being 'totalled, was being balded to the skin, like creamed and scraped, or some other horrifying means, scalp, beard, and eyebrows.' Davey had been living in fear for the past few months, as not only was Madden going to total him, but make it permanent. 'Davey shouted at Madden unable to think about the repercussions, as all that mattered now was much he was getting off. 'You were gonna shave my head bald, you were gonna shave my beard, you were gonna shave my eyebrows!' That's what being totalled means!' You don't get to do that anymore, and I'm gonna run away ad get it fixed. You are bald and I hate you! You'll be bald forever!' Daveys was begging, please let finish, prior to his tirade, cause he knew he could control it but would regret it beyond measure.

'I'll have them judge change this, since you said you are going to run. I'm gonna see to it that your totalled in your white socks Davey, permanently totalled. You're free to leave the country once I make impossible to get a transplant!'

Davey knew this is how Madden would react, and he whimpered in pleasure,too aroused to regret it.

Madden left daveys side to go to his car, and returned with a fresh can of shave cream. 'Let's see what you're gonna look like for the rest of your life, Madden said with a smirk, literally drooling as he forced the words. 'Don't worry Davey, it will be a few more sessions before we make this your forever cut.' Daveys desires made him keep talking, despite knowing he was destroying himself. 'You're gonna be totalled in your white socks, Davey.' Davey continued thrusting his waist forward.' Please don't, please, he could even catch his breath to continue talking as Madden coated his head, already bald from repeated scrapings. Madden spread it on daveys beard, and eyebrows as well, while streams of tears ran down daveys face. Madden spent more time than necessary to scrape down davey, relishing every moment. Davey was in disbelief, as he watched as Madden exposed his hairless face, which he hadn't seen in years. Davey kept his beard since he was first able to grow it, and the few times he did shave it, hecalways regretted it, and hated how he looked without it. If Madden had just removed daveys beard, and shaved his head, it would have been a an exceedingly harsh punishment for Davey, humbling him beyond measure. But no, the beard, head, and eyebrows. Davey begged Madden not to take his brows, but still caught up in lust, mentioned his favourite thing in his begging, exciting him more. 'Please dude, dont shave my brows!' Madden looked at him with disgust. 'You are ugly without your beard. And your scraped bald head with your ears sticking out'. I'm gonna finish the job. Davey was horrified at how he looked in the mirror. 'Davey Whitesocks is getting totalled,' as he scraped his eyebrows off. Madden could take no more, and pulled down his pants, letting go as he did. He roared in pleasure, as Davey sobbed and unzipped his jeans.' A solid minute of screeching ensued as they let go what felt like multiple sessions compacted into one. Davey cried like never before as his post nut clarity took effect. ' He started to beg and pleading with Madden, saying that he wasn't serious about running away. He was horrified at what he saw in the molirror. Madden just looked at him. It only took Davey 15 minutes of seeing the aftermath of being totally creamed and scraped, not even recognizing what he was looking at as tears streamed down what seemed to be his disfigured face, that he started flexing his toes, and he was hard as a rock again. 'Don't look at me he squealed desperately, to say he was humiliated, would be a gross understatement. Madden locked eyes with him in the mirror and walked close enough to taunt him by agressively grabbing his feet. 'I don't want anyone to see me like this, Davey wailed, literally crying and growing a massive bone, now sticking out through his open zipper.

'What do you mean, 'like this', Davey?' This is your. This is what you look like. You've been exposed, totalled, stripped of all that fuzz, so now we see what you've been hiding.' Forcibly stripped of all that fuzz. Haha, I defuzzed you in your white socks, Davey' Now you're the REAL Davey. Do you think people will think you're handsome, Davey? Davey looked at himself and was totally ugly, in his eyes. It was shocking. Davey, i tell the judge what happened. But no way we will make this stick. They just wanted to bring you down a few. No one expected this.' We will let it grow back, and you can live with your Norwood 4. But you'll be under surveillance in case you get the idea to move away and get a transplant.' Deep down Davey knew better. He knew how much Madden got off on ruining him, and he was just messing with him. 'Thank me Davey. Tell me how you feel about me lasering this in to you forever and being permanently totalled in your white socks, tell me how much you love that you have been spared'. Knowing Madden as long as he did, he tried to act like it didn't bother him. He was a terrible actor. There was no hiding his terror. 'It is what it is', he stammered, as he attempted to keep tears from running down his face and minimize how scared he was. He was hard again, but the reality that in a white hot passion he antagonize Madden into ruining him, was setting in. He wasn't acting now, as he held out hope that Madden had a spread of decency and would take pity on him, if he pleaded enough, and broke through to maddens humanity, if it was in there somewhere past his aggressive persona, the only side that Davey had seen.

Officer Madden, please, I'm ruined, you got what you wanted. Please leave it here. I'm ruined, he said while crying, unable to look at his face in the mirror.

Madden grabbed the toes of daveys socks, pulling at them, folding them with his fingers and pushed the Madden cotton between the big toe and the next toe. Davey was freaking out, Madden playing with his whities. Davey got totalled on his white socks, look at totally balded Davey whitesocks! They got off again, who knows how many times. Davey was once again terrified, destroyed by his big mouth in a moment of lust.

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