No. But you don't have a choice.

You decide you don't want to have anything to do with Lari. Stepping backwards, you can't see behind you. You trip on something and fall. You don't hurt yourself, but Lari pounces. He's across the room and above you before you can even get up. Alex's shirt has shifted and you know Lari can see your bare jinny from where he stands.
"I think this is where you belong, isn't it?"
You say nothing.
"Isn't it?" his voice is low and menacing.
"Y-yes,"
"Good. Now suck my cock!"
Lari unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down as you get up on your knees. His dick is shorter than Alex's but wider. You open your mouth and lean forward, defeated. Lari suddenly grabs your head. "Wait! Take that shirt off!"

You pull the t-shirt up, exposing the silky-white, flawless skin of your breasts. Lari grins cruelly and slaps your tit. You yelp at the stinging pain.

Before you know what's happening, Lari lunges forward, shoving his dick into your unready and unresisting mouth. His hands grab the back of your head, pulling you forward. He stretches your jaws painfully.

He hits the back of your throat, but it doesn't stop him. You gag, fighting back the need to vomit, your eyes bulging as he forces himself down your throat. Tears stream down your face, your arms waving, trying to push him back. But he doesn't stop. He gives a barking laugh and commands you, "Finger-fuck yourself, bitch!"

You struggle to comply, terrified. You push a hand to your crotch. God-damn-it, even being practically **** has you excited, against your will. You slip your fingers inside yourself, gently massaging your pussy.

Lari fucks your face. His balls slap against your chin. You drool as the soggy sounds of a cock being brutally **** down your throat drown out the television.

He grins and pulls out of you.