JAMES NAKED AND NOT AFRAID

James's heart hammered in his chest as he approached the gates of the cove. The sun had barely kissed the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the deserted landscape. His muscles flexed as he tightened his grip on the sledgehammer, the only garment adorning his 18-year naked body. The cobblestone road leading to the cove was flanked by tall, shadowy trees that whispered secrets in the early morning breeze. The coolness of the pre-dawn air caressed his skin, sending shivers down his spine that had nothing to do with the chill.

This was not the typical job for a teenager fresh out of high school. Most of his classmates were still tucked away in their beds, dreaming of their first loves or the weekend's escapades. But James had chosen a different path—or perhaps it had chosen him. His job at the cove was a peculiar one, a mix of labor and exhibitionism that had drawn him in with the promise of a hefty paycheck and a thrill he could never find in the confines of a stuffy, fast-food restaurant.

As he passed the last tree, the cove opened up before him, revealing the sprawling expanse of the rock quarry. The towering cranes and bulldozers stood sentinel, their metallic forms gleaming in the early light. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and the promise of sweat. James took a deep breath and stepped into the arena of his daily grind, his cock bobbing gently with each step ready to conquer the day.

The other workers, a motley crew of burly, sun-kissed men and a few curious onlookers, cast furtive glances in his direction. Some smirked, while others looked on with a mix of envy and disdain. They were all dressed in their protective gear, a stark contrast to James's bare flesh. He knew the whispers that followed him, the bets placed on how long he'd last in such a humiliating condition.

"You're late again, James," bellowed Mr. Gravel, the foreman, his eyes narrowing as he took in James's naked form. "You know the rules. And today, you're gonna learn the price of dawdling."