Jack found no pleasure in the act- only pain, and a sense of submission, of possession. But he knew that was the point, and didn't bemoan it ending and leaving him half hard. He was simply glad the moment seemed to be dying down.
He didn't didn't move, didn't speak for the longest time. The only sound was the panting of his breath, accompanied by small, pained noises as his bruised form protested the pressure of Ennis' body against his.