Yes, extremely hot vid. Personally, when I go for a massage, I want a real massage. That said, I have NO problem with the massage being followed by a "workout".
For me, much more common than a "workout" is that the masseur finds my fascia, in general, to be a mess. Tight where it should be loose, stiff where it should be flexible, etc. We won't even mention the gazillion knots that are found in my muscles. They usually switch their type of massage to something they call "myo-fascial something something". I'm sure I'm using the wrong words to describe it, but my point is that when something knotted or unnaturally tight finally starts to release it feels rather like getting exquisitely pounded, except that my happy button has moved from my prostate to whatever part of my body is being worked on. At some point there's usually a conventional happy ending even though the boys never got much direct attention.
I leave feeling like I've been fucked into oblivion even though half the time the guy never went below my waist. YMMV because I kind of suspect my neural wiring is a bit on the unique side.