You get breakfast and miss the meeting entirely

You're starving and decide to grab breakfast. But both basketball teams apparently got there first so the line to check in was long. The dinning center wasn't fully staffed yet either so the lines inside were equally long and slow moving. The stand of cereal stands empty with no sign of anyone refilling it.

Eventually you get some eggs and bacon and inhale the food before running over to the rink, but by the time you get there, everyone is leaving. Coach Henderson is an older man, somewhere in his 60s you think. He was previously an assistant coach with the men's team but switched over to take the vacant head coaching job when his daughter was on the team. She had since graduated at was off playing in the WHL but he kept the head coaching job.

He scolds you for being late but hands you the keys and begins to give you a tour when a tall brown haired girl wearing a "C" on her jersey intervenes. "Hey coach, I know you have that meeting with the AD, I'll take him on the tour." He nods and then, giving you another scowl, leaves.

The brown haired girl seems nice enough, but she has a look in her eyes that reminds you of Jackie. "I'm Kimberly Smith, team captain." You figured the captain part "Nice to put a name to the face" you say and offer your hand, which she coldly ignores and turns her back to you. "Follow me boy" she says. you gulp and comply.

She gives you a tour of your small closet office, the supply room, the ice rinks and everything you could expect to see. She keeps things brief and her tone is colder then the ice itself. Your circle back and she opens the locker room again stopping by an empty locker near a couple of the upperclassmen.

"The twins mentioned you play goalie so we cleared out this locker for you. It would be convenient to have an extra goalie from time to time so they volunteered you and we made the space."

"Oh, well that's..." you pause thinking about the implication of changing in here with them. You suppose you could change in the office instead and just store gear here though.

"Oh and one more thing..." suddenly you're grabbed and blindfolded with a few kicks and gut punches thrown in before you can even respond. You hear multiple voices now as you are spun in a circle, something tightly winding against you, pinning your arms to your waist. The blindfold is removed and you see all four of the team's captain, plus a few juniors in the room scowling at you. Looking down, you see you have been tied with hockey tape and are in the center of them all.

"Coach Henderson is a saint and treasure. He might tolerate your insolence as misbehavior, but we won't!" Kimberly yells, the girls all gang up on you and start beating you again. you feel them tear your clothes off and then shove a lubed vibrating plug into your ass, which they tape in place for good measure before turning it on. You protest, but a gag made of a hockey puck wrapped in a dirty sock is shoved into your mouth. The next thing you know, you're shoved back into your goalie locker and it's latched. honestly you're surprised you fit, but the thought escapes you as you heart a lock click shut.

"Take some time to sort out your priorities before the next practice." Kimberly says coolly as the upperclassmen all leave you in your locker, with the vibrator still on.

You squirm against the tape, but the confines of the locker make it difficult to move at all. Gagged, you can't yell for help. You find yourself annoyed as the vibrator brings you to edge and you lose yourself to the pleasure.

Before you finish though, you hear someone open the lock and swing open the door. You fall out and look up to see...