I think I was drugged once, but friends got me out of the situation before things could happen. I’ve been groped and rubbed on while out at bars (as someone noted earlier, that’s fairly common [unfortunately] in gay bars, so I tend to write it off).
That being said, a good friend of mine was in high school.
It was done by a Pastor who was closely affiliated with my high school and our sports teams. He led the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, was extremely close with the highly respected head coach of our football team, served as an announcer during our games, would often hang around during practice and in the locker rooms before and after games, gave more than his fair share of our weekly motivational speeches, etc.
He always gave me a “creepy” vibe, and while people would discuss it from time to time, the fact that he was trusted by the faculty and coaches, that he was a “man of God,” etc. caused people just to dismiss the feelings as misconstrued.
A few years after we graduated, a group of us got together and reminisced, as college students tend to do when getting together over holiday breaks. We start talking about football and various anecdotes. Our friend mentioned how it was always weird that the Pastor would give massages to players during the weekends. The laughter and small talk abruptly stopped and we looked at his, questioningly.
As it turns out, after one game, our friend was really sore and beat up, and the Pastor offered for him to come over that weekend and get a massage. Our friend said he really didn’t need one, as we had an amazing PT staff and state of the art medical equipment. The Pastor had said that he’d done it for a great number of players, including our friend’s best friend - the quarterback / son of the head coach. This put our player somewhat at ease, and he agreed to go over there the next day.
When my friend got there, the Pastor strongly urged our friend to get naked, because that’s how all the other players did it. (Mind you, in a team of 70+ players, only a handful ever used the locker room showers after the game.) Our friend declined to take off his boxers, and proceeded to get the massage. According to our friend, there were a lot of grazings against his crotch, and a lot of time was spent massaging his glutes. Our friend thought it was a little odd, but since his legs were sore, he figured it was routine.
After he tells us the story, his best friend said that he never got a massage, with the rest of us (who the Pastor cited as “clients”) agreeing that none of us were ever even offered a massage, much less received one. After a pregnant pause, we all started laughing (our friend included).
Not the most mature or sensitive reaction, but our friend was always very light-hearted and is one of the funniest / most charismatic people I know. I’m not saying he wasn’t traumatized (as he should be), but it was more of a “What the hell?!?!” thing.
I remember later revisiting the story with my friends and parents, and while we were all creeped out by it (and also “validated” in a “I knew something was off about that guy” kind of way, to my knowledge he was never confronted about it, nor did anyone check to see if it was an isolated incident.