Yes. Not by especially violent assault, though. I was passing-out drunk in the wrong place (being stupid and very, very naive) at the wrong time.
What annoys me most is remembering that not too long before, I'd read an article in the student paper headlined "men get raped too" and found it amusing, because I was an idiot. And perpetually questioning my own culpability, which was decidedly non-zero; I wanted sex, because I was a very frustrated and depressed virgin at the time; what I got was a painful f*****g against such wishes as I could manage through a very drunken haze. I do, at least, remember saying "no." I also remember being slightly pleased that at least I wasn't a friggin' virgin anymore (and this despite bleeding for many days and generally being a bit odd in the head). It took me a long time to get angry about it.
*sigh* What he did was wrong, but - unlike, I trust, the majority of cases - I did invite it. Through my own stupidity and naive ignorance. Ambivalence, that's me.
For comic irony, though, in order of physical-only painfulness from least to worst, as experienced by Yours Truly:
ABH (having my head repeatedly stamped on).
Rape.
Testicular surgery.
The headaches I get on a semi-regular basis. It's like a nail in the side of the head. I'm so glad the medication works!
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No one has gone missing or died.
The year is still young.