High-intensity interval training

"Any volunteers?" When Sonya called out to the class, a sea of hands shot up.

"Hmm. Alright, we're going to do this in a circuit. Station One is teaching Enzo a lesson with me. Station Two is push-ups. After that, I want to see squats, jogging, and lunges."

The class let out a collective moan, partly aroused and partly disappointed.

"Don't give me that, or I'll make you all finish up with burpees."

That threat was enough to get everyone scrambling.

"Tom, since you were Enzo's wrestling partner, you can start with me. Get over here."

Tom strutted over, shucked off his shorts, and threw them to one side. Once he was ready, Sonya slid forward and pressed her lycra-clad groin into Enzo's face.

"Start licking. Tom, you take the rear."

"With pleasure, Miss!"

Enzo lost track of how many people used his body. They kept switching every minute, one after the other. All he could do, all he wanted to do, was lay there and be used like a piece of gym equipment. Some of the boys, especially the Alphas, got annoyed that they didn't have enough time to cum in his ass before having to move to the next station. Some tried to compensate by hammering him as hard and as fast as they could; others took it slower, taking the time to enjoy the blissful feeling of Enzo's holes around their dicks, since they knew they'd be back again.

Sonya took off more and more of her uniform as time passed, and so did the rest of her class. Sometimes she took Enzo by the hair and buried his face in her pussy, while other times she focused on making sure everyone was rotating around in an orderly fashion. She caught a few girls who'd hoped Sonya wouldn't notice that instead of moving on they'd switched from pushing Enzo's busy fingers inside of them to blowing his leaking cock instead.

Enzo was surrounded by at least four different students at all times: one for each hole and each hand. Sonya noticed that some girls were taking turns squatting over Enzo's raging boner and milking it for all it was worth... Some of them might not have even been girls. Sonya just shrugged: she wasn't one to judge.

In the middle of it all, Enzo was delirious with pleasure. His balls were working overtime, pumping out more jizz as fast as he could cum. When it wasn't one girl riding his dick, it was another deepthroating him into another orgasm. Is this what it's like to be an Alpha?

As that thought crossed his mind, Mark from the track and field team was feverishly jerking his cock so he could nut one more time onto Enzo's stuck-out tongue. Something about Mark's expression told Enzo that whatever he was going through, it wasn't the same... But he didn't care. He wanted more.

Suddenly it occurred to him that he didn't know who in his class was taking Alpha ****, or what kinds. Something about that bugged him... Why am I doing this, again? He struggled to think through the fog in his mind. He'd told Allie back at lunch, he was doing it... For himself. Right. If this makes me happy, I should keep going... I never want it to end... If Allie's jealous, she can have sloppy seconds.

One of the girls was looking on as Tom--back at Station One again--was wiping his cock across Enzo's cum-splattered face before sliding it into his mouth. She saw how Enzo seemed to gulp and gag as he was **** to **** down not only another cock, but all the previous loads it was coated with. She walked over to Sonya, who was busy timing the class with her stopwatch.

"Miss, about Enzo..."

"Yes?"

"Do you have some spare strap-ons we could use?"

Sonya's stoic expression cracked into a broad grin. Now this was a class to remember.