“Stand up!” the man raised his voice at you.
You didn’t know this man very well. He was older than you, at least fifteen years older. He was a burly man. He had seen work, he was rough. His voice was rough, his face and hands as well. You felt his tough dry hands when he changed your diaper. Only the baby cream made his touch easier to bear. He used his body for work because he was powerful. You are a big guy and he handled you with ease, moving you around the changing mat. When he used his voice at you, you became humble.
“Stand up now I said. I texted Daddy how good of a boy you are, and he misses you and wants a picture,” he chuckled.
“God, Ron takes it way too easy on you. He turned you into his baby boy, but you are not well-behaved enough when adults ask you to do something.”
You looked at him, your face turned red. You knew this man from Daddy’s social gatherings at home. Of course, none of them knew about your special dynamics with Daddy, at least you thought so. Even when the man was at your place, it seemed he didn’t pay special attention to you, other than giving you the minimum courtesy. You figured out his name was Sam when earlier today Daddy said he was going to drop you off at his place, for him to babysit you. You were so embarrassed being left as a baby with some stranger, but even more so with someone who hadn’t shown even a slight interest in you. You tried to protest but you knew there was nothing more you could do, rather just sit in the back seat, while Daddy was driving you to your new babysitter.
“One,” Sam counted. “Two,” you stood up and your freshly changed diaper crinkled. “Move in front of the television, let Daddy see how much fun we’re having together.” He laughed.
*Click*
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