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The bell above the glass door tinkled as it swung open. Burt stepped into the tattoo parlour, the heavyset trucker looking around. The shop was relatively roomy, but it was pretty busy. The buzz of the tattoo equipment was everywhere. The bald, bearded man walked up to the counter where a wolf in a flannel shirt and leather pants sat doodling on a pad of paper. The lupine looked up as the man approached him. “Yo, welcome to Timeless Tattoos. How can I help ya?" he said, putting down his pen.

“Yeah, I'm lookin' to get some new ink," Burt said, watching as the lupine looked him over with green eyes. Burt was wearing a flannel shirt himself, a wifebeater beneath, and black jeans. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbow, revealing arms covered with tattoos. Burt's hairy chest had tattoos crawling up the neck of his wifebeater and over his bald head. It was clear to the wolf that the man was a long time seeker of ink.

“Well we can certainly help ya with that, my friend. What're ya lookin' to get today? And where ya wanna put it?" the wolf asked, smiling. Burt looked slightly uncomfortable, looking around the packed shop. “Well, as ya can see, I gotta lotta ink. There's uh...not many places I got left with space…" he said, speaking softly and leaning in close to the wolf. The lupine chuckled; it wasn't the first time he'd heard similar words.

“Ah, lookin' to get yer penis tatted up?" he asked, casually, though louder than Burt was comfortable with.

“Uh, no. Um, that real estate's already inked, heh," Burt grunted, rubbing the back of his bald head with a hairy-knuckled hand. “I uh...I was actually lookin' to get my asscheeks inked…"

The tattooed wolf chuckled, smiling. He looked like your typical tattoo artist, piercings showing in his ears, his nose, his brows. Burt could see his ink. “Well, yer in luck, I suppose. I got an open slot today, but it's in ten minutes. The next available appointment I got is three months from now. Everyone else here is booked solid, too."

The man grunted, again looking around the shop. He'd been other places, and heard similar things recently. Everywhere he had traveled, the tattoo parlours had been booked up. He couldn't get this work done at some little mall shop or risk a hole in the wall somewhere with no rep. He hmm'd.

“My table's over there, by the window," the wolf added, a strange smirk playing around his lips. Burt looked over, seeing where the wolf was pointing. The open table was near one of the shop's large windows, and centrally located right in the middle of a bunch of other men and furs getting their ink.

“Ya alright with that?" the wolf asked, tapping his pen on the counter. Burt chewed his lip, struggling with his decision. He wasn't a shy man, but nor was he particularly exhibitionistic. The idea of dropping trou to get his ass tattooed in a full shop wasn't exactly appealing, but he had been waiting for weeks already. And he was expected in another state tomorrow. The bearded trucker sighed, shrugging a nod.

“Yeah...I been waitin' fer this awhile. I wanna have ink on every stretch of my body, and my ass is all I got left to go. Let's do it." he said, resigning himself to the situation.

“Alright, gimme 'bout five to get set up and get my assistant over. Fill this form out while ya wait, and I'll come getcha when we're ready." the wolf said, still smiling. He passed Burt the forms, and then walked away.

The bald trucker scribbled out the info he needed on the form, and then stood to wait. The tattoo parlour didn't empty any in those five minutes. Burt grumbled under his breath, not nervous, but more slightly embarrassed. No one else was getting ink anywhere racy. He was going to be the only one in the shop with no pants on.

A few minutes later, the wolf gestured to Burt from his table. The lupine was waiting there, getting gloved up, with a russet-red fox standing beside him. Burt assumed the vulpine was the wolf's assistant. He ambled over.

“Got the forms filled out?" the wolf asked, nodding at the fox to take them from Burt.

“Yeah, all done," Burt answered, passing the forms over to the fox. The vulpine held them out for the wolf to read.

“Looks all in order," the wolf said, nodding toward his table. “Alright, go ahead and strip and lie down. Form said yer not looking for anything specific?"

Burt hesitated, looking around, before his hairy hands went to his belt and began pulling it apart. “Uh, yeah, no. I just want ink. Don't really care what you put, as long as it covers the whole thing."

“Your ass, right?" the wolf asked, loud enough that Burt winced. Eyes turned toward him as he was undoing his zipper, the man grunting in discomfort.

“...Yes, my ass," he answered as he shucked his jeans and briefs to the ankles of his boots. The trucker's flaccid, hairy penis flopped out, jostling above his fuzzy nuts as he pulled his jeans off of his boots one leg at a time. Burt grunted, seeing a few people staring, some appreciating the view, others looking exceptionally uncomfortable as the man exposed his privates near them.

With his pants off, Burt made to climb onto the table, but the wolf stopped him. “I needja to take off all yer clothes," he said.

“All...all of em?" the trucker grunted, surprised. “Why?"

“Because I don't wanna have to keep movin' yer shirt and yer boots'll scuff up my table. Get naked, so I can tattoo your ass like you asked me to, today." the wolf said, again his voice louder than Burt wanted.

“Fuck man, do ya gotta be so loud?" Burt grumbled, as he stopped and started to take his shirt off. His soft, tattooed penis was on display, dangling under his hairy belly. Burt had been true to his word, the wolf noticed. Every inch of the trucker was covered with tattoos and hair. His skin was brown with a 'farmer's tan' in the shape of his wifebeater. His arms and legs, his head, were all tanned and bronzed from hours in his truck in with the sun streaming through the windows. But as the man stripped naked in the middle of the parlour, the wolf noticed that his chest, his thighs, the skin around his dick and nuts, and his wide ass were all paler than the rest of him. Burt's ass especially was a pale halo among the tanned skin. He had shaved it, his butt naked, hairless, pale and exposed.

Stripped of his clothing, Burt stood entirely nude in a room full of fully dressed people, strangers of both sexes. Burt rubbed the back of his neck, trying to cover his penis and testicles with one hand. His big, flaccid prick didn't want to stay hidden behind his palm.

“There, I'm naked. Can we get on with this?" Burt asked, feeling the eyes on him. Distantly, he heard the telltale muffled 'click' of a phone shutter, but he had no idea who had just taken the picture of him.

“Yup, hop on up," the wolf answered, patting his table. The trucker hurried to do so, putting a thick, hairy leg up onto the table. He was very aware of his soft genitals dangling between his thighs under his shaved, pale butt. Somebody murmured, “Damn, nice view…" Someone else whispered, “Ugh, I thought this place was reputable…"

Burt went to lie on his stomach, when he felt cool, gloved fingers grasp his soft genitals and pull them back smoothly. The man grunted as he completed the motion of lying down, realizing the wolf had positioned his penis and testicles so they lay visible on the table between his thighs. Burt started to say something, but then those gloved paws were touching his ass.

“So we're going to be inking up your butt today, Burt," the wolf said, matter-of-factly. “I think I know just the tatts to put on this ass. It's a very nice, supple, round butt. Meaty cheeks. I can tell it's pretty hairy, isn't it, Burt?"

“Uh...yeah...usually…" The human responded, feeling very exposed. He had fucked in public places, before, usually with people only a few yards away. But this was entirely different.

“I bet you spent a long time in the shower shaving this ass. When you had your penis tattooed, I bet it took even longer. That's a very nice dick you have here, by the way. It looks like the tattoo artist that tattooed your penis spent plenty of time on it. You have a nice, big, meaty dick, Burt. How long did it take to get it all inked up?"

“...bout two hours…" Burt mumbled. The man was resting his face on his arms, to keep from noticing the people around him looking. He could still feel their eyes though.

“Not surprising, you have such a big penis, Burt. And your testicles too! Richie, have you seen Burt's testicles? They're so big, right?" the wolf said, and Burt felt the wolf cup his balls, and heft them. He could feel the fox lean in to examine his hairy testicles.

“Yes they are. Nice big balls on him, Jack." the fox said. The wolf put the man's testicles down and then went about placing stencils on Burt's ass. The wolf touched the man's rump, spreading and moving his cheeks.

“Oh! You shaved your asshole too, Burt?" the wolf said loudly, Jack holding his cheeks spread. “Look, Richie, he shaved his asshole and his crack. Isn't that nice?"

“He certainly did. His pink hole is all bald now. It's a nice one too. Big, deep. Nice folds around it." The fox said. Burt grunted.

“I...wasn't sure if you needed it all shaved…" he murmured.

“Well, I wasn't planning on tatting up your asshole, Burt, but if you already shaved...You did say you wanted every inch of your body tattooed, didn't you?" the wolf said, touching Burt's asshole with gloved fingers. He nudged and worried at it, as though measuring the size of the human's anus. “Such a nice, wrinkly butthole needs some ink."

“Um...a-alright, I guess...can you just hurry up?" Burt grunted again, glancing around. More people were looking, and the wolf was moving his cheeks this way and that, as though seeing what different angles he could display the man's butthole from.

“Perfect. Such a nice pink-brown pucker needs a good set of ink. It's very nice, I hope you know. Smooth, nicely tight, I bet it looks even better hairy. And it's clean too! Yes, you clearly wanted me to tattoo your asshole, Burt." Jack laid a few more stencils down, Burt squirming a little as his fingers prodded and touched his exposed anus. He realized the fox was holding his cheeks apart for Jack, the wolf taking his time getting his stencils exactly where he wanted them around Burt's asshole.

“Theeeeere we go, that looks nice around Burt's butthole, doesn't it, Richie?" Jack said.

“Yes it does, but I was wondering. He's got a nice little patch of freckles here near his taint, maybe we should make sure we take advantage of them. Hey, Frank, c'mere. What do you think about Burt's asshole?" the fox called. Burt looked up, seeing a burly wolverine stomp over and lean in to stare at his naked asshole.

“Huh, it's cute. Definitely draw some attention to those freckles, and the way his hole sorta puckers around the edges, here." the wolverine said, and Burt felt his fingers touching his asshole, poking at it a little and stroking it.

“See how it clenches? If you make the right details, it'll help the tattoo look more realistic around his folds. His hole sorta dips here, so be careful while you're laying out the details." the wolverine said, and he poked Burt's hole and the man reflexively clenched, demonstrating what the big mustelid had said.

“Yeah, good idea, Frank! We're gonna make Burt's butthole look so nice!" Jack said enthusiastically. Burt felt the wolverine's big mitt grab his testicles, lifting them and pulling them to one side, and then the other. “Yeah, run these lines from the tattoos on his scrotum up over his asshole and connect them to the new stuff. Definitely draw some eyelines along the back of his scrotum up to his asshole. His anus is really good, it needs to be focused on."

Jack started getting his tools ready, but Frank continued to stand beside the table, holding Burt's testicles. The human grunted after a few minutes passed. “Uh...do you gotta be holding my nuts?" he asked.

“Oh! Sorry bout that, dude, I sorta forgot I was holding your testicles. Your asshole is so handsome I was staring." he heard the wolverine say, the big mustelid letting his testicles go. Burt sighed. “I gotta go back to my clients, but show me when you're done! I wanna see how your asshole looks with the ink. Maybe take some reference photos for my Youtube channel…"

Burt heard the wolverine walk away. Jack started up his needle and sat down on a stool. “Ok, Burt, I'm going to start inking your ass and butthole now, just like you wanted. I can't wait for you to see what I'm going to do with your anus. God it's nice! Yer like the perfect candidate for an asshole tattoo!"

The wolf got to work. Burt was tough, even the sensitive skin of his cheeks and crack didn't make him flinch too much as the wolf worked. What made him squirm, however, was the wolf seemed eager to show everyone in the parlour his asshole. Every time one of the other patrons finished their tattoos and got up to leave, Jack would call them over and spend at least ten minutes showing them Burt's asshole and his flaccid genitals. The man could only lay there, exposed, as the lupine displayed him like artwork in a museum.

“Oh, that looks great. I love the orange palette you're using around the bottom of his anus."

“Heh, he's clenching. What a nice pucker. I bet he's tight."

“Yeah, he is. It's nice and clean too. He clearly takes good care of his anus. Did you see his freckles down here, near his testicles?"

“Oh yeah, he does have freckles there. That's neat. You did a good job drawing attention to them there near his scrotum."

“Thanks! I think he's going to like it a lot. He's got such a great asshole I wanted to do it justice."

The comments went on and on, though some of them were not as welcoming or nice. Some of the patrons were offended, but Jack still made sure they saw Burt's asshole and privates before they left. Burt could feel the wolf working, spending exceptional amounts of time around his butthole, changing needles and inks, as though he was lovingly accentuating every crevice, fold and pucker of Burt's anus. The sun started to go down a little, and the store darkened.

“Here, Richie, help me move the table closer to the window. I can't see with just the lights in here." Jack said. Burt's head popped up.

“W-wait, closer to the window?" he grunted, already feeling the table being scooted across the floor with him on it, sliding on casters.

“Yeah, I can't see, Burt. Your asshole is deep in your cheeks. I need more light." the wolf said. Burt found himself with his ass and privates facing the window of the shop, and worse the busy street outside it.

“I-I can just come back another time…" Burt offered, noticing people stopping at the window, some of them looking amused, others interested. A few disgusted.

“No no, we're in the homestretch now. No reason to leave this perfect butthole unfinished!" Jack replied, returning to his work. Burt groaned.

For another hour, Burt lay on his belly while the wolf and fox moved his cheeks, his penis, his testicles, and worried his hole in broad daylight of the window. Burt wasn't watching the glass, but the sun was shining in a way to cast the shadows on the floor of the people watching him have his butt and hole inked. Richie would hold his penis sometimes, or tug on his testicles to stretch out the skin of his scrotum so Jack could work better near the man's taint. Burt had never had his privates handled so casually, not even by a doctor. There was zero sexual intent involved with what was happening to him. Burt wasn't hard at all, despite the touches, either. The two furs were just...enthusiastic in their work, it seemed.

Finally, Jack stepped back. “Finished. Richie, go get my camera. I gotta take a video for the channel."

“Oh, fuck, can I just go please, I...I got a job I need to get going for...if yer done." Burt lightly protested, but Jack didn't even hear him. He sighed resignedly as the fox brought Jack his camera.

“Followers, prepare yourself for the greatest asshole tattoo ever done," Jack was saying, and he started to record Burt's naked ass, his exposed privates, and his asshole for his shop's channel. The camera recorded every detail of his butthole and his cheeks, newly inked. It took another fifteen minutes for Jack to be satisfied enough to let Burt sit up. The man's ass and hole were sore, from the tattooing, but his pucker was tired after being touched and worried at for almost five hours. His penis and his testicles too felt strange after being handled so much.

“Go on, go have a look," Jack encouraged, still recording. Burt stumped over to the mirror and glanced at the tattoo now covering his ass. His ink was connected from head to toe now, his entire body covered with tattoos. He had to admit, it did look really good. Richie spread Burt's cheeks, making sure the man got to see his asshole too.

“Yeah...I gotta say, ya did a damn good job," Burt admitted grudgingly. He might not have wanted to have shown half the town his privates and his butthole, but...it had been worth it at least.

“I'm glad yer happy with it, dude," the wolf said, looking very happy himself. “I'm gonna give ya a card. There's an exhibition later this month, you HAVE to come let my peers see this work. It's a convention. Don't even bother bringing clothes, ok? I'll call you when it's time."

“Uh...ok." Burt shrugged. Having tattoos meant being seen, he supposed. He just hadn't expected his asshole to be the crowning achievement of his ink…