Death Sentence Part 9 by Sockboy

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Two months passed, much longer than the usual month. 'Maybe he was serious', Davey thought with desperate hope. 'Maybe he didn't go back to the judge and reinstate being totalled, leaving him with a devastating but salvagable Norwood 4 and the trauma that came with it.

Another month passed, and Daveys eyebrows were pretty much back, and his fuzzy beard which he'd already trimmed a few times since having his face defuzzed while he screeched in embarasment and humiliation. He liked to keep it fairly short, just a bit of scruff. By this time his hair had grown long enough to do something with, but Davey hated how it looked and the lack of options. He desperately tried to sweep hair over his temples as he couldn't deal with balding, although a shorter cut exposing his temples would look neater on him. That's what his barber told him when he got it cut the day before. 'You know, Davey, less is more, that's what I always say to balding men'. Davey's emotions ran hot, he was angry, embarrassed, sad as can be, but, as he flexed his toes and his fat cotton paws in his adidas sneakers bound up and hugged his toes, he grew a massive bone from this stranger referring to him as 'balding'. Knowing that Madden had done this and made Davey a balding man enraged him.

Davey fiddled with his hair to try to cover his exposed high temples, and he knew he wasnt fooling anyone. He returned to the barber from the day before, and decided, as he did every day, to make the most of his tragic situation by making himself horny. Davey flexed his toes inside those amazingly thick and firm white socks while speaking with the barber. Still playing secretly inside his adidas, he stated 'you were right sir, I am balding, and I need a more appropriate cut. Daveys pants bound at the groin as he acknowledged to the barber he was going bald. 'Yep, that's a Norwood 4 ya got there, and at your age, you'll be fully bald in a few short years. The barber seemed unphased telling Davey this, he almost seem to enjoy it. Davey also enjoyed being called out like that, and awkwardly walked toward the barber chair and sat down.

'Just do what you think will look good' Davey said nervously. The hipster looking barber with a beautiful head of hair and beard, started crafting Davey's new look. Davey was horrified as he unceremoniously snipped off the two longish pieces that Davey swept over his temples, revealing all that flesh, his temples were bare, and his forehead seemed so high.

Davey paid and left after staring down into his lap as red as can be. His cut was nice, but there was no hiding Davey was balding, and he thought back with jealousy of the barber with so much gorgeous hair.

Davey hated his hair, and obsessed about it in the mirror at home. Of course that would only last a few minutes until he noticed the feel of his unusually pillowy white cotton socks on his toes as he looked in the mirror. 'Oh f***, my white socks, look I'm basically bald in my socks!' Davey edged and creamed so many times in the few days after his 'mature' man's Norwood 4 cut. Everytime he flexed his toes in his big whities he was sure he could feel the electric tingling sensation travel up to his bald temples and exposed forehead. He always thought about how Madden loved destroying him as he would shoot.


'I'm gonna make the most of being screwed over like this while I can. I can't help but get hard when I look back at all this. Until I run away and get my transplant, I'll just shoot while sobbing, pretending I'm that Norwood 4 guy with the white socks at that college party'.

Daveys mood changed pretty abruptly. While his cut was still pretty fresh, and he was sitting at his desk, edging as usual, his front door swung open without the courtesy of a knock. Maddens bulky frame burst into Daveys apartment like he owned the place. 'Whats up Davey Whitesocks?'

'W-what are you doing here? You talked to the judge and we're all done, right? Look at my balding head, I've been punished enough.'

'Damn Davey you ARE looking bald! But we are making sure you go through each stage of the Norwood, and maybe totalled after! I just had to wait longer than usual since I shaved you bald last time. I wanted to see what you look like Norwood 4 once it's grown a bit. I think you're lucky we are gonna continue. No hair is better that those temples and forehead, holy crap! Daveys feet were up facing the mirror as usual, and Madden playfully nipped at his toes while talking about Daveys temples. It's felt like an electrical current from the feel of the cotton that Madden grabbed on Daveys feet, to his groin, and to his balded temples and high forehead. Davey was humiliated, but in physical ecstasy, all while trying to process that Madden would indeed have him completely permanently balded while helplessly struggling in his only comfort, the world's most intensely thick and dense white socks. Daveys socks.

Madden let go of Daveys socked toes, as it looked like Davey would blow if it kept up for another second.

As Daveys mind began to clear the fog of lust, reality took over and he started to beg again. Please man, please, I'll do anything, ANYTHING! I MEAN THAT SIR! But please don't laser me again! Please don't Norwood 5 me! Davey actually started crying. Daveys obsession with the Norwood scale and judging passers by and friends awarding them a number on the scale up until this all came about had him go to 4 max when classing dudes hairlines. Anytime Davey saw a five, he said to himself 'BALD'. 5 may as well be a 7 in Daveys mind.

Davey, you know the drill, sit still while I cream and scrape your Norwood 5 with your white socks on. Then, we will laser it permanently, also while wearing your white socks! I wouldnt dream of screwing you over without those bad boys on your feet!

Madden carefully scraped Daveys freshly creamed hairline that Madden excitedly applied to the part of Davey Whitesocks that he was about to expose to the world. Davey you are seriously balding, Madden declared as he began stroking the white cottons on Daveys toes. 'You hate it don't you? You hate this more than anything you've gotten yet.' Madden tickled Daveys toes though it wasn't easily done given the thickness of Daveys socks soles. Davey just looked at his rapidly balding head and cried. 'Well you're really gonna hate this, but it's my favourite part! Making this permanent! Oh this is so hot!' Madden screeched, as Maddens pleasure moved in kind to Daveys terror and ruin.

Davey couldn't beg and plead anymore if he wanted to. His throat was sore from crying to save what he had left, and he knew it wouldn't help anyway.

Madden quickly set up the balding device, and started zapping Daveys new hairline, which was brutal. Davey knew there was nothing he could do to stop it, so he tried to at least get some pleasure from it. He looked up at Madden pathetically, and gestured to his chucky white soles in the mirror. 'My white socks, please dont', hoping that Madden would touch them and talk about them. Madden lasered Daveys new hairline with one hand, and rubbed, tickled, and massaged Daveys feet, hidden behind masses of dense white cotton.

Madden had realized some time ago that Daveys love for his socked feet aroused Davey, even in the situations of peril Madden put him in. Madden touched Daveys socks and talked about them regularly, not always knowing when it was taunting Davey, or getting him off.

'Hey Davey, your Norwood 5 is getting laserd in. I'm getting really used to this now I could permanently Norwood 5 you even faster but I want to savour it.'

Maddens strong free hand switched back and forth over daveys feet as he talked. Your socks man, are something else! I've never seen anything like them. I know you love them cause it's all you wear, I love giving you permanent mpb in your Davey socks, something you love with something you hate. Bro, you're going permanently Norwood 5, how do those socks feel against your toes as i zap your bald spot with the laser? Davey actually could feel every zap right down in his socked toes. He couldn't answer Madden, he couldn't speak. But it did have a feeling, so violating, and destructive, knowing the source was from a goon disfiguring Davey for pleasure, and feeling that in the softness of his massive cottons that so often brought him comfort. Yet, the violation, especially as Madden was talking about Daveys whities while fondling them, was as arousing as mortifying.

Madden finished up with the laser, as Davey looked ahead in the mirror. He looked up from maddens hands seeming to enjoy the luxurious feel of daveys socked feet, to see himself in the mirror.

'YOU MADE ME UGLY!' IM UGLY BECAUSE OF YOU! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME' Davey howled and bawled with rage in his face tha tears poured over. 'Daveys temples were bigger than before, his forehead reached higher. If Davey saw this guy on the street and Norwood scaled him as he liked to do, it would be an instant 'BALD', no question.

Daveys horrified reaction put Madden on the brink of release. Hurting that handsome young man, stealing his confidence, making him cry, that was Maddens 'kink' i guess you could say. Davey was so over the top with emotion over how he looked permanently Norwood 5, ears sticking out, and remembering just months ago how handsome he felt' tousling his mop and inherited juvenile hairline, that Madden grabbed daveys socked feet and looked on in the mirror, looking like he was convulsing.

He grabbed Daveys toes, spurting out words as he experienced a long, intense release. 'YES YOURE UGLY, I DID IT, IM MAKING YOU PERMANENTLY BALD BECAUSE YOURE UGLY WITHOUT HAIR! MAKING YOU PERMANENTLY BALD, WITH YOUR WHITE SOCKS ON DAVEY! YOUR WHITE SOCKS!

That verbal assault, Madden at Daveys toes' seeing his reflection which he hated, and seeing how much ecstasy Madden felt from Daveys misery, sent Davey into a whimpering sort of trance, more quiet than maddens release, but it's intensity proven by the entire groin of Davey's jeans were soaked with what his ordeal had been adding to all day.

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