Busting Brad's Balls

I'm a pole dancer. He's a wrestler. He thinks he can take me in a fight because he's got the skills and he's twice my mass, and mostly hulking muscle. He's wrong. This is the story about how I tricked Brad Houser, star wrestler at my university, into getting me off, again and again, receiving nothing in return except for pain in his poor, delicate, defenseless testicles.