Feeling his knee bump into the bar, his ass burning, and everything stretching wide send a wonderful shock all the way to Tim's brain. He lets out another grateful howl before he hears the command.

He licks at his lips and nods as he reaches for the pint. "Yes sir! Every drop and not a one spilled." He finds he can't lift it just yet. Hand a little too shaky with his excitement. So he starts by loudly slurping down the first few gulps so that he can somewhat safely pick it up without instantly spilling it.