The other day my neck and shoulders were really tight from bracing all day against my fibro pain, so I asked my husband to rub them for me.
I needed him to work on specific spots in a specific way, so I demonstrated the technique on him. And since being worked on in that way feels so good for me, I kept going for a bit, thinking that he was enjoying it too.
He was quiet for maybe 30 or 45 seconds while I was massaging him, and then he burst out, in the tones of someone undergoing some kind of seriously painful physical torture, “OK, I’ll do it! Just, please, STOP DOING THAT!”
So I guess it’s true: one man’s pleasure really is another man’s pain.