Dungeons and demons

Prompt: Write a character that is on a journey with several others. The character needs to be comprised of two elements and be hiding a secret.

The tram seems to sigh as it drags itself up the Freedom Bridge, leaving us behind. It always looked to me like trams are spitting out the undesired and now I feel more than ever like one of those.
‘So, where are you from?’
He’s the only one walking next to me. The others already went ahead, blending with the crowds of tourists and arguing couples.
‘I’m from Miskolc. I arrived here a few months ago.’
He nods.
‘Yeah, not much of a scene there I suppose.’
He wears tight jeans and a bomberjack. In many ways the outfits look the same as the ones in my previous life. Except the hair. What we lacked on our heads, they lack on their bodies.
‘There’s not much of anything there to be honest.’
‘Well, you look quite cute for a country boy,’ 

After five years I still immediately recognized him on Grindr, even though last time his face was covered in bruises. He hasn’t recognized me yet. Maybe because we were with many.
‘So where did you go before? Alter Ego? Ankert? The mainstream stuff?’
I nod and look at the Danube. The flat cruise ships that drag foreigners along like chicken bits in a frying pan. He pokes me.
‘You’ll be in for an adventure. None of that vanilla stuff. No fumbling in the haystack with the farmer’s son.’   

The others are waiting for us at the traffic lights. One of them turns around.
‘Look Marcel, I know you finally found your bear but please hurry up a bit, will you.’
I feel a twist in my stomach.

We are in front of a random building at the bank of the Danube. The other guys are just talking, chatting and laughing. The same as my previous friends used to do. Just more soft-spoken. Like they keep their voice down to apologize for their existence.
‘So, are you ready country boy?’ Marcel asks as he strokes my back. I can see the little effeminate wrinkles around his eyes that used to be the cue for a proper beating.
‘Yeah, sure. I’m up for anything,’ I say with a smile that immediately fills me with shame.
‘Good, good. I appreciate your enthusiasm,’ Marcel says as he slaps my ass.
‘Ladies?’ Stephan stands with a big smile in an opened door.
‘Let’s get this thing started.’

As we step into the building I feel the vibrations of a techno beat shaking the walls around me. White concrete and stairs that seem to go wherever.
‘Now,’ Marcel says.
‘We can go up and there is heaven.’
He smiles.
‘But down… Down there is hell and there is a special place in hell for those who seek real pleasure.’

As we walk down the darkness is getting more suffocating, the vibrating beat only disrupted by moans and the sound of leather on flesh. I have heard those sounds but never mixed with pleasure. It oddly smells like strawberry bubblegum in here.

Marcel has a smile fixed around his lips. I can’t help but see the innocence in his face. How cute and vulnerable he looks. How little bad intent seems to live in there. The others have dispatched.
‘We have a corner,’ he says as he points at a cross that’s attached to the wall with cuffs on either side.
‘This will be our own little pleasure dome. I hope you know how to manhandle a cute, innocent boy like me.’ I start to feel nauseous.
‘Or… Are you more of the other persuasion?’
I wipe my hands over my jeans and nod.
‘Oh well, country boy. Just this one time then.’

His face is right in front of mine. I can feel his breath on my skin.
‘Come on, take off your shirt. Let me see that hairy chest of yours.’
I shake my head.
‘For fuck sake, let go of that good Catholic boy act.’
I sigh and slowly take of my shirt.
‘Oh,’ he says as he strokes the tattooed swastika on my chest.
Then he looks up, directly into my eyes.
‘Oh!’
His facial expression has gone cold. No more soft wrinkles. No more playful smile.Then takes a deep breath and nods. He starts to put the coffs around my wrists. I close my eyes and wait for my punishment.